I am not a pickle!

I would like to take a moment to say that I am not a pickle.

Yeah, that's a strange announcement.  But it has a purpose.

Every time we play the name association game in GS, I'm always "Pickle Paula."  Without fail, I am "Pickle Paula."  Every.  Single.  Time.

In Junior year 1, I was a pickle.
After a two new kids joined the troop, I was a pickle.
At the beginning of Junior year 2, I was a pickle.
At the beginning of Senior year, I was a pickle.

Why?  Do I look green and bumpy?  I understand the people who think I'm sour, but am I really sour enough to be called a pickle?  Oh, never mind.  At this point, so many times have I been Pickle Paula that I guess it's just meant to be.

And dill pickles aren't that great.  But the sweet pickles are.  Just going to throw that out there.