When I was in 2nd grade we had a substitute teacher from Italy. I don't remember her name, but all day she called us by our names in Italian to bring some fun to the classroom. She kept calling me "Hilardo", and when I asked why, she explained that that was actually my name in Italian.
It was hurtful, I won't lie. And has definitely stuck.
So today, I just had to confess, to make myself feel better: I just finished a can of Pringles all by myself.
This is a call for HELP: I am ready for an intervention!