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I was home schooled from 3rd-7th grade, and as such, I developed a really weird personality because I grew up almost completely by myself. In 7th grade, I decided I wanted to graduate from a real high school, so I decided to start out in 8th grade to grow acclimated to the public school environment.

This meant riding a school bus for the first time. And that bus was number 759.

Now, you all remember the "Bowl Cut" look, don't you? Remember how in 1st and 2nd grade, everyone had them? Well, imagine that in eighth grade, someone still had it. Yeah. I did.

There were several people on the bus who grew to dislike my obnoxious personality and frequent loud, stupid remarks. I was still very socially awkward. I still am. Surprise! Anyway, the guys on the bus latched onto the idea that the haircut was very stupid. They tried very hard to get me to cut it, but one of them insisted if he shaved "that big ol' mushroom" off his head, all the Smurfs inside it would be killed. The seeds of power had been planted.

Early. Dark. Bus 759 arrives at my house. I get on, like usual, but halfway down the aisle, the sixth and seventh graders had been made to stand up and salute me, shouting "Good morning, Smurfy!".

Because I was new, and no one knew my name, it stuck. It stuck fast.


I eventually grew to prefer it, because after hearing "I thought Morgan was a girl's name" for many many years, anything sounded more appealing.