I think the only physical fights I was ever in were with my brother when we were pretty little. He was a scratcher, too.

Oh! Today is 9/02/10. Celebrate West Beverly High!

I wish I could sing the opening of the theme song through the board! And then fake punch you in the face, like in the opening credits.

Please note: I would never punch you in the face.

I will thrust out my bosom and make full pouty lips!!

I will thrust out my bosom and make full pouty lips!!

Yes, please. And often.

For being the perfect target for bullying (fat, nerdy, smart, band and theatre geek), I wasn't bullied. There was one girl in 8th and 9th grade who thought her shit didn't stink was was kinda mean to everyone. One day during marching band practice I had some words with her and made her cry. She stopped after that. And, the entire band, including the band director, gave me mad props for it.

I think the majority of people have felt bullied or ostracized in middle school. Even the "popular" kids would claim that.

I gave a boy a fat lip in grade primary. I was teased in elementary school, but it was by boys who teased all the girls. Other than that, I had one incident with a girl in grade 8, and that didn't last long.

In HS, was an Ally Sheedy in Breakfast Club freak of my class. I think people were a little afraid of me. I think I encouraged that.

I know I was bullied in Elementary school, not so much in middle, and I don't recall anything from High School. There may have been snide remarks, but nothing stands out.

At my 20th reunion I was amazed by the number of people who knew me and I couldn't remember them. And I had a fair number of people tell me they were scared of me in high school. Which still makes me scratch my head. I didn't bully anyone and kept to my social circle most of the time. I was on the heavy metal side of fashion, but more average teen that you would think. Whatever.

Jesse, you can punch me in the face if you want. As long as you know, then it's on like Donkey Kong.

BTW, I knew you cared about 90210. Also, Donna Martin graduates!

I don't think I got into anything that could be quantified as a real fight. That would be two people hitting each other. I'm not sure I ever got into more than a one-two exchange of blows in an unformalised fashion, and that was usually me showing my sister who was boss. In a formalised (i.e. boxing matches in the driveway) there were more.

Kat, a friend of mine went to school with Teri Hatcher. She was stunned to hear Teri's version of how she was a geek in HS, etc. She was a cheerleader.

But one of the things I'm learning in my middle age is that we make a lot of assumptions about people and even the people we think are doing very well may not perceive things that way or may be hiding some private pain the world never sees.

The only physical bullying I recall was a girl in fourth grade who kept hitting me and then grabbed my braids and pulled me into a mud puddle. I had to tell my mother about that, because of the state of my dress, and she said to get her back. So I laid for her outside her house and knocked her down and hit her. Her mother promptly called mine to complain, and my mother said she got what she deserved.

We moved five times between when I was 10 and 13, to progressively smaller towns, and each one was another fresh hell. I was taunted, accused of cheating, not given honors my grades deserved and generally made miserable. My mother did throw a fit when I was not entered for Governor's Honors, which was a summer program for gift students. At that time, each district nominated students and the top overall students were chosen. The small town I lived in had never had a student chosen. I was chosen and the closest thing I had to a friend, a girl I took art classes with who was also a pariah, was chosen for her artwork. (Students could enter their own portfolios for art, without the filter of the school officials.) The town was shocked that the in crowd did not prevail.

I hated high school.