Oh gawd ... yep, I was bullied.
It was limited to a particular situation in junior high, though. Virtually all the bullies in my grade of 400 rode my bus. It was a band of about 10 boys and 3 or 4 girls, and they ganged up on just about everybody. I was always coming home with bruises, ripped clothes, what have you. It wasn't just me, it was everybody, but particularly the smart boys (of which I was one). I was the smallest by far, so I got the worst of it.
That bus had a reputation across the whole school for being a bad bus.
In ninth grade, I started riding a different bus home. It meant I had to walk almost a mile from the bus stop to home, but it was well worth it. I had a lot of friends on that bus and we had so much fun. It made such a huge difference in my school experience.
Of the bullies on my bus, several ended up in prison, a few grew out of it (and later came to me for help and advice in college), one is the daughter of a Colorado congressman (she's still a bitch), and the rest are still mean people ... one of whom became a born-again Evangelical Christian a few years ago. And his little brother's gay. He's still mean -- just picked a mean form of religion when he became religious.