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Back in high school, when I was a freshman I would sit with these group of guys who were pretty cool but slightly racist. They used to call me Pacco. And there upperclassmen friend would sit over at the table to the right of us, one day I over heard them saying that he doesn't sit here because I look Spanish. Was the first time I ever felt ashamed to be what I was.

Of course there were non specific times of being called white boy and cracker but those didnt really affect to much as the first story did.

Senior year I was kind of a douche to a lot of the youngins, at our table we would throw juice bags at the kids that would go up to get drinks out of the drink machine. One time I threw one at a weird gothic kid and he called me out and called me a dirty mexican. Didnt hurt just thought it was worth noting.

I know you guys have way worse stories than this, so post them.