My worst time was actually in elementary school, before fifth grade. One of the things about me then (and still true now) is that I latch on to my friends pretty hard. So when I went from a preschool where I was basically the leader, to a first grade where I knew no one, I was miserable. Stayed miserable for four years, but in fifth grade I actually made friends with a girl who had her own group, and joined it.

I went to a private Quaker middle and high school and managed to miss most of it. Again, I missed my old friends badly and spent sixth and seventh grades with my nose stuck in a book, ignoring everyone else. The one time some of the popular boys tried to tease me, we ended up in a knock-down, drag-out fight that the teachers had to break up. most people thought I won- he had visible bruises for days after while the few I had were mostly covered by clothes. No one bothered me after that.

In high school, I immediately made friends with the geek group, most of whom were two years older than ando ended up dating a senior in that group the whole year, something not even the popular girls dreamed of. So I ignored them, they ignored me.

I think I was lucky in general, but I also think I went to a nicer school than most. I can't think of any one who was obviously and constantly bullied.