My elementary and junior high school years bear a very uncomfortable resemblance to Wellcome to the Dollhouse. I was picked on A LOT, for clothes I wore, for getting boobs early, for glasses, for my last name, for being smart. I wasn’t physically bullied, but there was lots of verbal taunting or just plain exclusion - many of the “popular” kids would pretend not to hear if I talked to them or would exchange knowing, eyerolling looks. My belongings had a way of disappearing from my locker or getting thrown out the window of a moving bus. I was made Student of the Week a whole bunch, which called for having a 12x14" picture of oneself pasted up by the principal’s office. Often people drew on it and called me “geek of the week” in the halls. Whoever designed that program as an incentive should be SHOT.
In high school, it went a little bit better. Like Cranky, I had many of the kids in my classes, and it was generally acknowledged by teachers and students that I was intelligent. I was a sought-out lab or debate partner. I grew more into my sarcastic, wiseass self. I’d started doing extracurricular activities in Junior High - music, mostly, and in High School I started running track and cross country, and helped start a debate team. So I knew a ton of people from all grades and walks of life at school. I had my core friends, but I still wasn’t invited to the drink & drug-heavy parties the cool kids had. I would get picked on often because I was so visible - I was the geek who had somehow crawled onto the Prom Committee instead of knowing her place. But I had my friends and got along with most people.
I think the cafeteria of a high school is the true place you can see the pecking order at work. There was a huge, long connected table down the center of mine. That’s where the popular kids of all grades sat together. If you tried to sit there, people would claim you were in their seat or just skip a seat around you and have whispered conversations and give you sidelong looks. I don’t know how everyone knew who was allowed to sit at the table and who wasn’t, but we all just knew.
There were some very cruel people among our popular crowd, and they took delight in verbally tormenting kids, which is sad. One of the most picked-on kids died in a car accident and everyone had the day off school to go to the funeral, and a lot of kids who had tormented him went and got all dramatic and self-righteous about how much we would all miss him, with no admission of how many times they made him cry - threw his books in the trash, gave him wedgies, refused to be partnered with him in gym class, publicly humiliated him, pushed his lunch tray out of his hands…
very sad.
Many John Hughes/'80’s teen films are about the mutual redemption of the geek and the popular love interest asshole - the popular kid becomes less of an asshole through the good influence of the geek, and the geek finally gains romance or entree into the cool crowd. I think the movies are accurate in showing how hard those social lines are for kids to cross. How many times have you seen the newly popular geek dump his/her geeky best friend as the price of admission? That happened to my friends and me A LOT - one of the girls would start dating a member of the basketball team and suddenly there would be this distance between everyone.
For statistical purposes - grades 7-12 in one school, about 150 people per class.