Kinda, when I was in year six (last year of primary school). Another girl in my class decided she was all big and mean and scary an' stuff - so she'd try and push me into tables, or take my stuff. That all kinda stopped when one day in class she was standing in my way, and after I repeatedly asked her to move (and she didn't, just smirked at me) I asked her at the top of her voice what the hell her problem was. -Everyone- turned round to look, and I guess that part wasn't such fun for her.

Or when I was in boarding school I got picked on slightly for being the youngest and for being Welsh and for being on a scholarship. It kinda worked both ways though - because I was the youngest I got mothered as well. The Welsh / money thing was because the place was full of spoiled little rich English girls. "Daddy, I want another pony! Now." types. Heaven forbid someone actually got in because they deserved to be there, and not because daddy-dearest could afford the fees.

Or in my last comprehensive school for having -been- to a private boarding school, which was an all girls school and so I was obviously a posh tart / lesbian. And for being a "goth" because I dressed in black - dunno if Americans will know what a chav is, but they really didn't like me or my boyfriend of the time. To be fair, we got our fair share of laughs because of them too. Once a gang of year 9 boys (third year in comp) decided that my boyfriend was the son of satan. Duh, why didn't I notice that before! They were yelling at him that he couldn't touch a bible, and chucked one at him to prove their point... stupid, stupid boys. The bible landed smack-bang in the middle of a puddle, and the ex picked it up, walked over to the kid with the loudest mouth and waved it at him, before wiping it down the guy's face. They buggered off.