mouth. i got bullied and only in hindsight was it good for me. it was very painful then. and i hated bullies and i lived in a dormitory annex here. there was no resident advisor here. sort of lord of the flies at william and mary. there was a boy that the group found irritating and i participated in picking on him. some things i did. some things i watched. some things i just laughed at. and 40 years later i am ashamed of myself. and it taught me a lot about myself and people in groups. i thought i was a good person and thought i was somebody who cared a lot. i wasn't strong enough to stand up to the group. i wanted to be accepted and one of the guys so i went along. that lesson, almost more than being bullied as a kid, that has stayed with me, and reminded me of my own weakness and of the