Because I wouldn't put up with my older brother and sister bullying me I got sent away to a parochial boarding school. The first month my roomie was getting his two buddies to come in the room before lights out to pound me. The second time I hurt them way worse so that ended but then a few upper class students decided it would be fun to beat on. By my sophomore year a group of seniors caught me in the shower and had a great idea to drag me out the front door to toss in the snow. Before we even got there I had slammed the tallest one against a brick wall and he went down convulsing. His buddy got a sore jaw and waked away holding his face. The tree left persevered and got me near the front door while one of the swung the doors open. A crowd of chicks from their class was outside laughing it up. They'd been called over for the show. I had worked hard fighting off people just to gain a little respect and these assholes were going to take it all away in a moment and make me the butt of every joke for the rest of my time in that school. Good luck getting a date after this. I grabbed some railing and started kicking like hell. They gave up and after that only a random dumbass or two tried me and ended up with marks for it. One jerk thought he could play me and I punched his nose, gave him a black eye and put him in a head lock until he apologized. I didn't count on the fountain of blood he left on my shirt. Next morning in class he shows up with a fantastic shiner. That ruined his social life. Early in my first year my roomie had mocked with the nickname Keebler and told everyone that would be my name. By the end of my second year none of the guys called me that because the girls had taken to affectionately calling me Keebie or ones ones more familiar with me just called me Keebs to show respect. No one called me Keebler even though I have to admit there is a resemblance.