I have good news and bad news for you, yes probably people from your school will remember you only as a person who stutters. You're not super exceptional in this case. Once I meet my ex schoolmates and we start reminiscing about good old times we can hardly remember names, we refer to people as "the wooden leg fella", the girl with crooked nose who used to sit next to the skeleton in biology class, the guy only who wore black, a gal who got so drunk once she pissed all over herself during school trip. When years go by memories fade and such mundane and boring things as names got erased from our brains. The good news it's *only* the school. Once I finished the school I simply couldn't believe how super anticlimactic it was. You go to school five times a week for twelve years and the next thing know is... you don't anymore, you just start doing something else. I fully understand, I was there, When I knew nothing but a few years of childhood and the school I was subconsciously convinced that's all there is, that the whole world, the entirety of my existence is people in my school, how they react to me, how they like or dislike me, what they talk about me when I'm not around and so on. But one day all that BS just ends unceremoniously. The Earth doesn't care, if you finish school it won't stop spinning or revolving around the Sun, you're not that important, no one is. Im sorry I'm rambling like an old git. My point is, school life is not that important unless you choose it to be. Sometimes you can save yourself by saying fuck it, it's not worth my time and effort