So, funny story, back in middle school, I had to ride the bus because for some reason my dad thought it was easier to drop us all off at one place instead of take the time to make sure we got where we needed to- sorry, hostilities toward him are... high.
Anyway, so everyday, I'd ride the bus from the elementary school to the middle school, and there was this mentally challenged kid, David, who rode the bus to the Special Education Center, and everyday, waiting for the bus, he'd jump around and act all happy go lucky with the other kids, and he had a special nickname for everyone. The Bus driver was "Santa", my brother was Joey, and some of the other kids got their nicknames, I'm sure. He called me Marshmallow.
Yes, that's right. I was so unpopular at school, even the retarded kids made fun of me. #foreveralone
I'm kidding, I knew he didn't mean anything by it, he was just having fun. And honestly, I think he got a kick out of me acting grumpy over it, maybe because he thought it was funny or because I was the only one who didn't treat him like a five year old. But, meh, that's life, I guess.
So, I went to Middle School in 2006-2008, so I'd say I've had the title of marshmallow longer than Rarity.