C'mon, Jeb. So your dad once referred to George P. as "the little brown one". Get over it, already.
For me, the reasons ran the whole course from being skinny, poor at sports (guess what? I practiced and got way better), having a funny sounding last name, a different religion, being shy, my father's occupation, etc., etc.
Guess what? Most of us adapted, grew up and got over it. Some of us even thrived. In the end, I got elected student body president and graduated 14th in class of 144.
Others gave up, turned to drugs, alcohol and bed wetting liberalism.