The kids tended to — I wouldn’t say ostracize me — but to make me uneasy because there’d always be two or three weeks where every day at school was more like some kind of a personal appearance where I was at everybody’s disposal. And if one group wanted to get autographs, they’d bug me for autographs. If another group wanted to make fun of me, they’d make fun of me. I wasn’t a person. I was this sort of image from TV that they now had at their disposal. It was kind of strange.