My father was a well-respected man among most adults;that is, adults with half a brain to know what a kind person was.And my father was one of the kindest people yet.However, as I grew older, so did my peers,and their cruel comments about him increased.First it was little things like,”Wow, he’s totally crazy about keeping cubbies organized,”or”I can’t believe he’s wearing a pink shirt and tie today.That is so weird!”But then, it escalated into bigger things like,”When will he stop saying all those prayers whenever he comes into class?It’s all a big waste of time!”and “I heard he went to jail for raping little boys! That sleesebag!” And this wasn’t even close to all of it, or even the worst of the bashing.It never ceased to bring about curiosity in my mind when I thought that even in such a controlled, comforting, school envirnoment with such nice teachers, kids could still say such horrible things. I guess that’s just life. No ivory tower is strong enough to keep out all of the evil and chaos of the world.