How a joke made my life awful

For starters, I won't say anything about charges that I'm a bully. I'm not. In general, I think of myself as a good person, even though I have done some things I'm not proud of. When I was in high school, I liked to joke around, which I really regret now. It made me well-known and helped me get girls to like me. However, I'm not sure what to do now that a joke has totally ruined my life.

I can see why you'd want to know what happened.

It turned out that I had the same language class as Layla. She sat in front of me and constantly blocked my view of the board with her broad, straight shoulders. One bad thing about being in a high-level language class was that I didn't have many friends, so I had to do things with her. I don't want to sound mean, but for someone who wasn't very smart, she was really annoying. She wore goofy black glasses all the time, even though she had contacts, and her hairstyle was always an out-of-date mushroom head. Her big, hooked nose didn't fit her round face. She wore the same emerald green sweater to class every day, and I never saw her change out of it. I doubt she even washed it. I would often joke around with her in class to make everyone feel better. She never said anything directly about my jokes, but she did laugh a few times. It was clear that my pranks had made her much enjoy the class more, and I don't think anyone else would have talked to her if I hadn't.

It was the same that day. The room was dull because the teacher was running late to class, and I was bored. I leaned…