Not a soul in our home (including our cat, Diane Kitten, a very smug creature we believe to have been the most well-liked among homeless felines of Queens County) is under any pretense that we were popular in high school. These days we are West Bank Cafe martini-drinkin, Sunday-afternoon-flea-market-scouting, Hell's Kitchen artist royalty. But when we take an honest gander at our school years, we can admit that high school was a bitch.