READ IT HERE“You can call me dumb if you’d like, but I prefer to think of myself as innocent. Growing up, I was constantly bullied because of my name, Oedipus. To all the other kids it sounded foreign and weird, but my parents were art snobs that wanted to be different. I prayed my eighteenth birthday would fly by so I could legally change my moniker to Bob or something else mundane. And that was before I was even introduced to the Greek play my parents so much enjoyed.Mrs. Finneckler was one of those self-aggrandizing, private liberal arts school, English teachers. She thought it would be enlightening to introduce our sixth-grade class to the Greek tragedy. Mind you, it’s a 9th to 10th-grade level read. I never thought the bullying could get any worse, but it did.”
