Mine are crazy white transformers fan Twinkie Man baby Sasquatch Monkey Beanstalk squash professional r***d cat torturer And fregley
Everybody called me by my first and last name in a way that was pretty much a nickname, I think. I was friends with two twins though. We called them the Randalion Stalion and AndyManCandy.
Generally? I got called NOOOOOOORD a few times after being caught on the boards. Generally, it ends up being my distinctly Italian last name (“Schifo” [screw anonymity]). Once, that became “Shitfo”, but that was an isolated incident. Oh, and “Schiffer.”
Lizard King. Once, in math class, just because I'm a dinosaur nerd, I explained to some of my neighboring students that Tyrannosaurus Rex is tyrant lizard king in Latin, and I don't know what happened between, but then I became known as Lizard King. The best part though? You know how some lizards do push-ups? One time I saw a lizard and said, "BOW BEFORE YOUR KING," and it started doing push-ups in response. I was dying.
I never had a nickname per se, but I was so serious and fearsome that classmates never even shortened my name, which people often do since my name is legitimately long. It got even more noticable in university group where there was that guy with the same name as me - people shortened HIS name, but didn't dare to shorten mine.
My friends and classmates in primary liked to call me Spongebob due to me having the same name as one of the main characters from the show. For anonymity's sake I'll just leave it at that
I've had two nicknames in my life. One was Chip (derived from my last name), which came mostly from high school classmates; the other came from my uncle, who rather inexplicably always liked to call me George K. Peabody.
I've been known as "rusty" since I was 8 years old due to my red hair - the instructors in my Judo class, especially the senior instructor who was the reason I left when I was 12, started calling me this when I joined. It kind of stuck. At school, I was being bullied, and the kids started calling me "flunky" which was slang at the time for a condom, especially a used one. I didn't mind it so much because I ignored it, but it sort of ground my gears that they thought they were being clever. I remember being told one that the best way to make a cruel nickname ineffective was to embrace it, so that was exactly what I did. It was usual for kids in primary school back then, to write out Christmas cards to everybody in their class. So one December when I was 10, I bought and filled out all of my cards, signing every single one (except to the teacher) "from Flunky". It worked like a charm. They stopped using that particular nickname at that point, although a couple of the more hardcore bullies took exception to it and made the usual "you think you're so clever/better than us" remarks as they tore the cards up in front of me.
transformer boy in elementary and middle school, it wasn't a fun time. in high school it was old man, as I had a deep knowledge of general history and some lovecraft stories, and older music all of which my classmates didn't really care about.
In college (UK, so... grade 11&12 for US readers...), I was called Frank, since there was someone else in my classes with my first name and apparently I looked like a "Frank" at the time. Over the course of two years, it was extended and corrupted to the point where by the time I finished I had become "Frank, Frankety Frankers, the Third Frank of Frankton". As nicknames go, it was pretty harmless and I never took it offensively (except when one of my lecturers questioned the origin and had a particularly unflattering theory about it); when one of my classmates queried it and said he didn't like it and was going to call me something else (which I don't remember), I responded "OK, Doris", which shut him up
Mine was Flicker or Flick. When I was in Elementary I went to a magnet school that required me to ride the bus with highschoolers (a bad idea in hindsight) and they used to tease me (to put it politely). So I would flip them off.
