What were you like in high school?

[AchtungNight]

Curious about what kind of Breakfast Club atmosphere we got here. I’ve been thinking back to my high school years lately as I explore middle age. It’s interesting. Hope everyone gets what’s going through my head here.

What were you like in High School? How has it made you what you are today?

I was a Basket Case. Serious overly introverted class clown with an overactive imagination, confused sense of humor, overinflated ego. Ever known a dumb kid who slipped love notes in a cheerleader’s locker and hoped for good results? That was me. And yes, I know not to expect good results from such a thing now. Life’s already taught me the lesson. Please don’t bother attempting the job the cheerleader and the principal already have accomplished. Thx in advance.

Please don’t post anything you aren’t comfortable sharing. Thx.

 

[Marielani]

Very shy and confused. Like most girls.
went to an all girls Catholic high school .
scared to death to even think of sexual things.. everything was a sin!

 

[ElectricBlue]

A mate and I used to sit in the middle of the school quadrangle at lunchtime, being slightly left of centre, smoked dope but not too much (not at school), listened to Zep, Floyd, The Who - the cool Brit Rock stuff. Got on with the cute hippy girls two years below our year, did the whole long hair thing. Wrote pretentious poetry like Jim Morrison, went to the university film group and began absorbing cinema classics when I was sixteen. Read constantly, came equal top in my English class, along with two others.

The footy jocks tried to pick fights, but we'd ignore them, which did their tiny heads in - they never figured out that, by sitting in the middle of the quad, everyone could see what went on, including the teachers. Had a pretty good time, really.

 

[SeraphNocturne]

I was the morbid, angsty "goth" girl everyone swore was a witch. I'm sure having two equally moody goth girl friends who were scrappy bad-asses didn't help us stray away from looking like stunt doubles from The Craft. We were without a doubt the Outcast club; we spent a lot of time with our heads in books, smoking Djarum Blacks behind the bleachers during gym class. I hung around a few local metal bands, partied way too hard and got into all kinds of crazy fucking situations... still got pretty decent grades though.

I'm vastly unchanged, just as nonchalant and uncaring as I ever was... admittedly, a lot more mentally stable, cautious, and far from the wild-child I used to be. I think that comes with the territory when you have little ones to think of.

 

[Greytruck]

Was a quiet kid in school. Really did not want to be there. Skipped a lot of classes.
smoked dope and drank beer.. chased the girls. Was the 70’s and free love was happening.
who needed school when there were willing girls all around.
barely graduaTed

 

[AwkwardlySet]

Huh, I was a slightly nerdy student with excellent grades, which was heavily offset by the fact that I was part of a rock band. Nerds, slight or big ones, were never popular with girls, but the band really helped in that regard. I was still quite awkward with them and always resorted to joking to avoid talking about serious emotional stuff (geez they were obsessed about it )

 

[SimonDoom]

I was a nerd, but by teenager standards, I was more or less a happy nerd, unlike Anthony Michael Hall's character. Very focused on grades and getting into a good college. I had a small but solid group of friends. Thought about girls all the time, but I was intensely shy around them until senior year. Well-meaning but socially clueless. I read all the time (mostly novels and history), studied insects and birds, began a life-long love of the outdoors, played a little music, enjoyed writing funny stories for class assignments, listened mostly to classic rock, competed on the speech and debate team. I was annoyingly rule-abiding, never smoked pot (except once late in my senior year), and almost never got into trouble (which I think partly explains my adult erotic interest in breaking social rules). I was intensely self-conscious and sensitive about everything like many teenagers but for the most part I had a good experience and I look back on high school fondly.

 

[XerXesXu]

We didn’t have High School, we had 6th Form where one studied for A levels. I was in the A stream and my close friendship group were swots, we were all going to be the first in our families to go to university. I had a girlfriend so I didn’t look on form mates as sexual targets. I can’t remember any boy and girl in our year coupling off.

We didn’t have Jocks. All our teachers were male, they’d been given teaching certificates with their demob suits, based on prior academic achievement. Our Physics master had represented South Africa at cricket and the Biology master had represented Wales at rugby. We didn’t have playing fields so they arranged for the boys to be ferried around to various venues to train. The girls went to play netball, we only mixed with them on athletic fields. My girlfriend was a member of Parliament Hill Fields Athletic Club and I would often train with her and we’d run around the heath.

More significantly, we were a Sea Cadets school and I’d been in the Royal Marine Cadets since I was 13. I volunteered for the Royal Marines Reserve when I was 17 and was involved in pre-training for the Royal Marine Candidate Course.

It was a time of great opportunity and great ambition.

 

[oneagainst]

I was temporarily left-handed.

 

[AchtungNight]

Thx everyone. Full disclosure- I was also a writer back then, more amateur than now. Same for social networking. I also went to 2 different high schools. First was an international school for expatriates and rich kids in Taiwan. Second was a charter catholic school run by a liberal principal. That’s where the cheerleader incident happened. They were very liberal and some teachers liked to teach religion and morals based on classic 80s movies. The second school is also interesting because a more conservative bishop took over and forced our principal into retirement at the end of our senior year. The principal moved on to a better job at a university, liked to joke she was graduating along with us. Walking past the bishop’s outstretched hand to embrace her at graduation is a cherished memory of mine.

 

[KeithD]

narcissistic and probably insufferable.

 

[MrPixel]

Extroverted brainiac. 1600 on the SATs. Twice. Band geek, science geek, and wannabe athlete (lettered in tennis). I loved to be around the pretty girls but was too much of a "nice guy" to date any of them; looking back this undoubtedly frustrated more than a few.

Downside is I was a skyrocket that spectacularly exploded the last month of my junior year. Now moody and sullen, I coasted on my reputation through my senior year, and my 4.0+ deteriorated into a 3.85. A handful of girl friends tried hard to draw me out of the shell I had built around myself, but it was to no avail. By the time I figured-out who I was attracted to "in that way", and mutually, graduation came and went and her family suddenly moved out of town with no contact info (strange situation... custody battle, I think).

Bittersweet memories.

 

[alohadave]

I was pretty much the same as I am now. A shy, timid boy. Socially awkward and didn't say much to people until I got to know them, then I became more gregarious around those people.

I didn't date and only went out on one date, and that was with a coworker.

Once I'm comfortable with someone that I like, I'm pretty outgoing and can be boisterous at times. But still with that undercurrent of social awkwardness.

I'm never really completely comfortable around people, and even with friends, can only take so much before I have to bug out.

 

[MillieDynamite]

Curious about what kind of Breakfast Club atmosphere we got here. I’ve been thinking back to my high school years lately as I explore middle age. It’s interesting. Hope everyone gets what’s going through my head here.

What were you like in High School? How has it made you what you are today?

I was a Basket Case. Serious overly introverted class clown with an overactive imagination, confused sense of humor, overinflated ego. Ever known a dumb kid who slipped love notes in a cheerleader’s locker and hoped for good results? That was me. And yes, I know not to expect good results from such a thing now. Life’s already taught me the lesson. Please don’t bother attempting the job the cheerleader and the principal already have accomplished. Thx in advance.

Please don’t post anything you aren’t comfortable sharing. Thx.

Absent without leave mostly. So much so that they ended up homeschooling me, and I got a GDC.

 

[MillieDynamite]

When I was there, I earned a reputation as the girl mostly likely to ditch class and the least friendly chick around. I had issues.

 

[PeytonMirabelle]

Nerdy goody-two-shoes, whose theme song was, "Don't Worry, Be Happy" (which was really popular when I was in high school).

Not much has changed.

 

[gunhilltrain]

Forgive me, but who cares? I don't. My 50th Anniversary reunion was last month - yep, I didn't go. Not paying $120 to be with people I haven't seen in decades. It was in a nice restaurant, however, on top of a museum at the south end of Columbus Circle. I did go to my fifth in 1978, which was much more downscale - a bar of sorts on the Grand Concourse. Even at that early point almost everyone (probably 70 out of a class of 800 or so) had forgotten who I was.

 

[MillieDynamite]

We shouldn't get into theme songs, but mine is Bitch by Meredith Brooks.

 

[MillieDynamite]

My dad only went to his 20th. He hated it, and all the popular people trying to act like everyone loved one another way back when, and even more so at the reunion.

Forgive me, but who cares? I don't. My 50th Anniversary reunion was last month - yep, I didn't go. Not paying $120 to be with people I haven't seen in decades. It was in a nice restaurant, however, on top of a museum at the south end of Columbus Circle. I did go to my fifth in 1978, which was much more downscale - a bar of sorts on the Grand Concourse. Even at that early point almost everyone (probably 70 out of a class of 800 or so) had forgotten who I was.

 

[gunhilltrain]

We shouldn't get into theme songs, but mine is Bitch by Meredith Brooks.

I have to ask: I assume that refers to your classmates?

 

[gunhilltrain]

My dad only went to his 20th. He hated it, and all the popular people trying to act like everyone loved one another way back when, and even more so at the reunion.

One reason such things exists is to also do some bragging. No one ever says, "I have such a great parole officer now." Anybody on parole doesn't go to those events.

 

[MillieDynamite]

I have to ask: I assume that refers to your classmates?

No, it's me. Or I was in back then.

 

[MillieDynamite]

One reason such things exists is to also do some bragging. No one ever says, "I have such a great parole officer now." Anybody on parole doesn't go to those events.

"Not many people can say their Parole Officer is there best friend." Buddy, Night Court

 

[Greytruck]

Forgive me, but who cares? I don't. My 50th Anniversary reunion was last month - yep, I didn't go. Not paying $120 to be with people I haven't seen in decades. It was in a nice restaurant, however, on top of a museum at the south end of Columbus Circle. I did go to my fifth in 1978, which was much more downscale - a bar of sorts on the Grand Concourse. Even at that early point almost everyone (probably 70 out of a class of 800 or so) had forgotten who I was.

Pretty much the same for me. Class of 72 here and have never been to one of my reunions.
hung out mostly with the class of 71 and really didn’t know many of my own peers.
I was 1 of like 900 kids so I wasn’t missed..
always joked that I’ll go to the 50th class reunion .. that came and gone too. Ha

 

[MillieDynamite]

One of Pops' so-called high school friends asked what he did for a living.

"PI right now."

"Oh, how's that working out for you?"

"Other than a few broken bones, cracked ribs, now and again, and getting shot, pretty good."

The guy laughed, and Dad said, "You think those things are funny?"

"No, I thought you were kidding."

"I never joke about my work," Dad said, quoting Q from Goldfinger. "But I'm feeling much better now." The guy didn't know if he was serious or not. He was, of course, very serious.

One reason such things exists is to also do some bragging. No one ever says, "I have such a great parole officer now." Anybody on parole doesn't go to those events.