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It's a right of passage.

Best kid fight I saw was in 6th grade. It went on for a good half hour. Multiple forehead knots, bloody lips and bloody noses. Two guys toe to toe till it ended in a standing draw.

Best girlfight was in the 7tth grade. Started in the girlsroom and spilled out into the hall. Black eye suffered by one of the combatants. Both were attractive, popular girls fighting over a boy. Lucky guy.

My only kid fight was in the 7th grade. Took one punch to the mouth and returned favor to the guys nose. Ended up in head-locks on the pavement.

Confine adolescents in a public center of learning with a natural instinct to compete and this is just a necessary bi-product of the maturing process.

I read this on the Globe's editoral page this morning. I would like to cancel that rag, but it is the best way I can think of to take the pulse of the raging Lefist mindset here in the "enlightened" Northeast.

My sisters and I were put through a convent high school by our parents. There was no discussion. No fighting, no swearing, no lashing out. Heaven help the teenaged girl who thought she needed to express angst. This was during the Vietnam years. The nuns didn't care about the student's views, only about academics and achievement. In a school of nearly six hundred girls, there was ONE girl rumoured to be "fast". I was reminded of this just the other day at the local McDonald's. The afterschool crowd came in and a little girl (4-5 yrs. old) was with her mother. This tiny little girl was wearing a black fishnet top and low rider pants. The nuns who taught me would have beat the stuffing out of the mother of that child. The convent school I attended no longer exists. I was protected during my most vunerable years, what's to become of the little girl in the fishnet?