Heh! I was on the outside always, social groups only ever let me kind of float between the edges of the social groups. Then one day in like grade 6 or 7 or something a kid tried to pick on me in the locker room. I got mad and kicked the crap out of him, he didn't expect it or know what hit him. I remember being surprised just how fucking weak he was. After that no one bothered me at all. I walked around thinking I could take on pretty much everyone. Then around grade 12, I stood up for a younger kid that was picked on by another kid older than me (so out of highschool already by a year or two) and clearly from the wrong side of the white part of town. I got my ass handed to me because I had no practice or training fighting as a result of winning that fight a bunch of years earlier. Great learning experiences.