Would I have hated you in high school?
 

Be honest. What kind of high school jerk-off were you?

Oh. FYI. I was cool.

I was a quiet nerd. Still am.

I call bullshit. You're a DeadHead. You're a kayake (how do you spell that?)-ing kind of guy. And, you are insufferably cute. Don't give me that crap!

Heh. :blush: I should post a picture from back then. I don't look as much like a nerd now, but I'm still one at heart.

Skinny, Blond ponytail, sideburns, spent almost all my time in the Computer Science room, had about ten of the same T-shirt and wore them all the time. You probably wouldn't have known me.

I'm the same now, but fat.

i was two different people in high school. there was this freak farming accident that caused me to lose my memory and use of one arm... oh wait that was a movie.


freshman and soph years i was still the kid who played football, soccer, track, and wrestling. i was in honors classes. i didn't party hard myself but because i was into the underground punk/metal scene i knew those guys too. i got along with everyone, but i still thought it was important to be involved with the popular people. i came from a feeder school of only @80 people in my class to the high school with >650 in my class alone, so it was a little bit of a struggle to get to the A-list. when i finally got there i was dating one of the "popular" girls - cheerleader, etc.

we got into an argument because she wanted to go to a certain party on friday night and i didn't. i just wasn't feeling well. she was all flustered and tried explaining to me that if you don't go to the parties you won't be popular anymore because you won't be a part of the inside jokes, etc. up until then i had no idea that the ultra-popular people were so shallow that they would cast out one of their own for missing a party.

that conversation really changed a lot for me.

i told her to piss off and enjoy her party and her friends, i didn't need them. i quit sports and took on more hours at work so i could have more cash. i didn't go to another party until graduation week.

as a result of telling the popular people to F off - i was catapulted to the tops of their ranks. the more i didn't hang out with them, the more they asked me to. i hung out with my punk skater friends from other cities and dated girls from other schools. i didn't find out until almost graduation time that it was a sign of being "cool" to actually get me to hang out someone outside of school. fucking losers.

i was a kid who didn't care about the games and really really just enjoyed my life and my real friends and as a result i, apparently, gained the popularity they were climbing all over eachother to maintain.

Let's see...back then, I had long hair, chased girls, enjoyed nakedness, played guitars, listened to loud music, enjoyed wasting lots of time reading interesting things, watching movies and being outdoors, I was completely irresponsible, used substances like there was no tomorrow, and was completely self-centered.

Now, I don't use substances like there was no tomorrow.

lookout--I knew I loved you...you were the Incredibly Smart Alternative Dude!

I've been to meetings you know--the kind that shall not be spoken of--and I see a freaking load of ex-cheerleaders and ex-Flag girls at them (we called them Lancerettes because we were the Mighty Knights)--It makes me wonder if I wasn't a cheerleader-type after all!

*I so wasn't. I used black eye-liner in a criminal way...but, still...one hopes*

Elspode--I'm sure I dated you!!

LOL, Patrick! We come from the same era. Here's the feminine version: Back then, I had long hair, tried to get guys to chase me (and was confused when they DID), enjoyed nakedness, listened to people playing guitars, enjoyed wasting lots of time reading interesting things, watching movies and cutting class to be outdoors. I was completely irresponsible, but waited until college to begin using substances like there was no tomorrow, and I was completely self centered.

Now, I don't throw away my tomorrows for the sake of today's substances. :lol:

I looked like I should've been the bookworm. Poor vision, hair parted on the side, bad taste in clothing. However, I was a complete slacker. I had very few casual acquaintances, but a few good friends. No parties, no sports, half my time in detention, low self-esteem. People liked me well enough, but I had issues.

I also had this sneering arrogant loathing of people who identified themselves by the group they hung out with, and deliberately refused to dress like any of em -- metalheads included. I thought everyone was a sheep. But I never told anyone.

As a result, I didn't look rebellious, but I was. I came off as the weird kid who wears his coat indoors. I didn't come out of my shell until college.

I went to 5? 6? high schools. I was a complete pain in the arse. Imagine if you will...

A kid with, typically, a purple mohawk or leopard-spotted hair on the high school baseball team, sneaking cigarettes around the dugout. The jocks hated me because I was a freak, but the freaks hated the fact that i loved to play ball. Screw both of those crowds. The drugged-out kids disliked me because I got better cocaine than any of them (stolen from my mom and her 'friends') and it was all free, plus i could drink any of them under the table. The geeks liked the fact that I knew what they were talking about but hated the music I listened to. Throughout all the drugs, the baseball, and the trouble I got into in school, when I did manage to get into a class, I always scored perfect grades and the geeks liked that, too. Frankly, I lived like a rock star - sex, drug habits, and rock and roll.

So, yeah, yo would have secretly liked me, but you wouldn't want your friends to know. :)

I think Mouse and Lookout and I were three incarnations of the same being - I thought I was a geek but years after found out I was considered cool. I was a Goth, Punk, Cheerleader, Band Geek, Honor Choir, Drama, Honors Classes, working class partier. I think I tried it all, and did pretty well at all of it. But always felt "different" and "unpopular". But had a lot of fun trying........

No but you probably didn't know I was there. Dark moody quiet pseudojock antisocial just marking time really hated my school did my work kept my head down... not much to like there. Eventually discovered alcohol and everything turned around. Maybe not advisable but it beats therapy.

I came from junior high as an angry goth kid--in mentality only, since no way would my parents let me dress like that--which took a semester to wear off before I fully embraced my orchestra-dorkiness. Then sophomore year I got into theatre (had done it locally since I was very young but never through the school) and became entrenched in that stereotype for the rest of high school. We were an eclectic bunch, and considered ourselves sophisticated and welcoming and very non-judgmental.

Involved in band, orchestra, theatre, yet kept an edge. Dressed funky, had friends outside of suburbia, etc.

I was pretty moody - I hated high school and couldn't wait to get out. I went to Libertyville High School in Libertyville, IL which I frequently deem the:

1) Vortex to hell
2) Hell on Earth
3) The umpteenth level of hell...

Yeah, didn't like it. If you went to LHS... sorry if I just pissed on your memories ;).

You would probably not have noticed me. I was quiet, retiring, and geeky.

are my small group of friends, and i, the only ones in existance who absolutely loved high school and didn't want it to end?

Yes.

Oh, fuck no. I would *still* gladly return to high school. I had a blast. I was smart enough to do what I wanted and get away with it. I worked just as hard as I had to in order to get by, and spent the rest of my time being a freak and having glorious unprotected sex, drinking and smoking dope in the lighting room during school productions (I, too, am a Thespian, thank you), being excused from class to go shoot pictures for the yearbook and newspaper and then spend hours in the darkroom developing and printing them. We got excused from school to go pick up equipment, went on road trips for forensics/acting competitions, wrote plays about selling drugs in Spanish which we subsequently performed stoned on our asses during our first hour class...

I could go on, but it is going to depress me something fierce. Real life doesn't quite compare in many ways.

yeah, I think the people who loved high school and never wanted it to end are nuts.
I have worked with college students for a long time now, and the ones that crack me up the most are the ones that never let go of high school. High school was just way lame... I did attend a lame school, but even if I would have gone somewhere else, I just don't like to be confined.

I would never go back and do it again... College on the other hand - hell yes.

High School had a couple of moments for me, but I mostly hated it and was delighted to be done with it. College was a whole different thing. I had an absolute and total BLAST in college! I still remember my college days with great fondness. Drugs and revolution and my first love - staying up half the night and reciting horrible poetry that I had written and listening to my friends' awful poetry in return - we all thought we were the new Allen Ginsberg's and Sylvia Plath's. Deciding to take off for Taos, New Mexico or Moab, Utah at 11:00pm and arriving at these places at 6:00am. Having the firm conviction that WE would CHANGE the world!

Oh, I miss those road trips into morning, that passionate intensity, and sense of discovery. It was like being freed from prison after my boring high school years!

Oh, don't get me wrong. I wanted to get the hell out of school when I was there. It was only after about 20 years of "The Real World" (tm) that I realized what a sweet deal high school actually was.

I also just realized that I never answered the original topic question. Would you have liked me in high school? Yeah. Everyone did. I ran with the jocks and the freaks, the geeks and brainiacs, the cool kids and the school outcasts. I did (and still do) get along very well with everyone, everywhere. I seem to have the sort of demeanor that makes me approachable. A long time friend of mine (dating back to high school, actually...someone whom I have spent a lot of time both back then and ever since) once commented, after seeing me asked for the current time one day on Kansas City's Plaza, that people had *always* done things like this with me. Strangers talking to me unbidden, that sort of thing.

I'm a real lucky guy in this way.

Total Band Geek, Jazz Band, Concert Band, Marching Band, Bux-Mont Band and District Orchestra, Pit Orchestra, in the years that I wasn't in the play (had a feature role in the Pajama Game) as well as into as much as I could manage otherwise ... Future Teachers of America, Junior Historians, World Affairs Club, Drama Club, Chorus, Chess Club, National Honor Society, Newspaper, Softball Manager and Scorekeeper, and probably a couple other things that I can't think of without finding the list of crap I did from my Yearbook. Oh, yeah, with a couple other outcasts from the band crowd started an underground newspaper in our senior year.

Known by everybody, but never in the "popular" clique.

I decided in Junior High that I was going to do my own thing, and have as good a time as I could muster, and didn't give a good goddamn about what anyone else thought about it ... therefore I ended up pretty much impervious to and free of bullying.

You would have hated me. I was an overweight computer nerd, chess club, uncool car (The Tank) and eclectic taste in music. I dressed much the same then as I do now.. Tshirt and jeans. Rarely dated, had few friends and am probably STILL on the principal's shit list for the snake incident. Wanted out then and still would if I were there.

Which reminds me, my 20th reunion should be coming up soon, and I ain't going unless I can go in full dress leather! hehehehe

Brian

Can I be your date? ;)

I was in band 4 years because I loved marching band, didn't care for the rest. Played flute freshman year, and was colorguard the rest. ("flag girl" to you unPC types :)) Ran track 2 years before getting a job my junior year, was good, but not great. Had some school records freshman year, but not good enough to go to state. Partied some, drank some, never didn't have a date or a good time at a dance. Found out later I had a reputation for being easy-- heh heh. Our popular crowd was the rich kids, which I wasn't, but I did have a core group of friends from different backgrounds--theater, orchestra, school paper, jocks etc. Mostly hung out with band people tho. My nicname was Mouth, because I was rather loud and obnoxious. Probably cuz I also got a lot of practice using it in backseats. :lol: and golf courses, and parks, and hotel rooms, and ...

I liked high school, could/should have been a valedictorian, but was having a good time instead. Most of the valedictorians were my good friends tho, (class of 400+) so I was definately a nerd. Would I go back? Yes, only this time I would have participated in more activities and worked less. That's my only regret.

Ah hell, you went to one of those politically correct schools that has more than one valedictorian? :vomit:

The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... very well, where do i begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

oh, yeah....i was also a huge dork with no fashion sense, i loved reading and playing video games and......*gasp*.....dungeons and dragons. bad home life. honor society and quiz bowl. i had a pretty good smart ass sense of humor and it kept me in good graces with people, although i was never part of any one group. like someone else mentioned, i had a lot of disdain for people that "fitted in" or embraced a stereotype, but i think that's because i came from a backwater school (graduating class of 72 peeps) that didn't have the stereotypes i would have liked. by my junior year i managed to both have sex and...duh duh DUH...discover alcohol. these two discoveries started me down the path of radical personality change and wanton drug abuse and hedonism that was to become my college career. high school sucked and i wouldn't repeat it if you put a gun to my head.....but college, ahh college. that i could do over a coupla times, with gusto.

I was the shy quiet kid. but I did play football, soccer, race motocross and supercross. I mostly went to private schools and couldn't stand the rich kid mentality. I grew up in a rich neighborhood but was raised not to be snobby. most of the people i went to school with and grew up around were and I couldn't stand that. and still don't.

I have no idea if you would have hated me. I would assume you would at least have found me annoying, as this would reflect my general teen insecurity at the time.
I was a good, very average, girl-next-door kid. No smoke, no drugs, little booze. I was short, slightly chubby, cute rather than pretty, enjoyed dorky-silliness over girl-drama. I joked a lot, probably seemed shallow. Average student, never did homework. No honor society. Loved band- was a bad musician, but the director let me fill in with whatever instrument (it didnt matter what -I sucked at all of them) cause he could see I loved just being in the music, and hanging with friends. I was on the swim team, average performer. I dreamed about being an exchange student, like to hang with them and took Spanish and French. I was good at art, had teachers recognize that I was more than average there, and felt serious. Was in one play, but realized I was better behind the scenes. I always liked the funny, smart guys that didnt like me or were too shy to respond, so no real dates or anything, no proms or such. I worked as a cashier in a lumber yard evenings and weekends. I couldnt wait to move away after high school and get on with it.
It was what it was. It wasnt hell, but I wouldnt want to do it over, either. Things got much more interesting, much tougher. College is where I grew up.

Nerdy Cleancut Jock Type.....more nerdy than jock. Wrestled all through high school, and was alson in Varsity Quiz (Kind of like Academic Decathalon but on television). I was also in Key Club and Spanish Club. I was a cheerleader in the powder puff football game.

Here's a pic of me and my little brother back then. He was taller than me so I made him get on his knees and wear my glasses.

I got cought up in bussing , so i got the privlige of getting up at 5am to catch a bus all the way accross town to the " darker " side of town . 3-4000 students , the first year there was 18 whites ( includeing a few scared teachers ) , the next year there was only about 9 of us . I got laughed at for wearing cammies and boots , and for wearing overalls . Then folks started pulling me to the side asking where i got those cool as cammies . Not a lot of fights , but word spread that i was not to be fucked with ( a fire extinguser upside some bodys head will do that for you ) ,,, I generly kept to my self , a few aquaintences , but no lasting friends .

Then my seinor year they droped my vo-tec class , so i transfered to a school about 3 miles from home , 50/50 race wise , the teachers ACTUALY gave a fuck ??!!??!!
Every body there had been going to school togather since kindergarden , so the clicks were set , I as always just kept my head down and tryed to keep out of trouble .
The year befor i had gotten into cycling , so i rode every where ( 80-90 miles a day ) , folks looked at me funny walking down the hall in my cycling shoes ,
I didn't care i was happy .

I guess you would have seen me tryed to get to know me , but i was and still my own person , an island in the river , loaner , thats just me .

don't worry zip, I'll still look at you funny. I'm good at it, trust me. I do it everyday when I look in the mirror!