For the first month of first year, I was hounded by several groups of boys all demanding things from me that I was unwilling to give them. After that, I was labeled a frigit because I wouldn’t get off with the very boys that had made my life a living hell for years. The meaner ones labeled me crueler slurs, suggesting that the reason I was such a frigit was because I had boy parts under my skirt. No matter how cruel the boys were, the girls were far more inventive.
