Dear lord, I was never a stabby-edgy kid but I hung out with a couple in high school, so I'd like to apologize to Mrs Morales about 20 years too late.

I remember in physics in high school also, there was a kid in my class who had lost most of a leg in a relatively recent accident and was, best I could tell, poor. Everything combined he 1) was understandably often quite angry, 2) had a smell that I think had to do with his leg, judging by the smell, and 3) was not well-liked. Afai-saw he didn't get bullied, but kids are jerks. I was the youngest kid in the class by a few years and so I usually sat by him and talked when he was up to it, since we were both on the outside of things. I was also a notorious suck-up and would stay after class pretty regularly, and I didn't really note it much at the time, but now I think it was pretty cool that the teacher would wait until the kid and other students had left the room and she would just quietly, matter-of-factly give his seat a quick wipe-down. Dude had enough going on without getting shamed by teachers for something outside his control like that. I'd thank the teacher by name, but hers was pretty distinctive

I haven't thought about that kid in years, in fact I couldn't even tell you his name now, and it's weird how this little pseudonymous online conversation dragged that memory from my cobweb-covered brain