I was kind of a complete asshole.

I can't think of any specific examples, so I'll just run through the gist of my high school days...

I went to a good high school in 9th and 10th grade, and had high hopes for life. I was in advanced classes making A's. I had a few friends and also worked at Wendy's. Life was good.

Then after my sophmore year, I moved to a shittier district. I was in regular classes and making B's and C's. I had no friends. Scratch that... I hung out with the lunch lady, and she introduced me to marijuana. Now, I say lunch lady for comedic effect, but she was only 19 at the time. Like Redhawk though, I was a dick. I could've been a better friend to her, but I was turned off of the idea because she wanted to fuck me, and she was fat. I was a shallow dickhole back then, and it's one of my few regrets. Not that I didn't fuck her, but that I let that friendship fade. I was an angry man back then, mad at my parents for moving me to some shitty town I could never adjust to.


Oh, here's one: I joined a regular economics class, and fuck, they were tough. Tons of homework and I fucking sucked at it in general, so I requested to be moved to another eco class. So they put me in the dumb people's economics class. Then, everybody thought I was a genius.

Another one: I learned how to code web shit when I was 10, so I joined a bunch of web design classes. I knew everything they were teaching, so I just put some emulators on the computer and just played Mario the whole time. I got A's. Then, I joined computer science to learn java. For some reason though, I just didn't get it. So... I put emulators on the computer and played Mortal Kombat the whole time, and had my teacher do all my assignments for me. I got A's.

Last one: In 8th grade, I took spanish I. I didn't understand any of it. I got A's. Then in 9th grade, I took spanish II. I didn't understand any of it. I got A's. Then, I took spanish III, and didn't understand any of it. I got A's.

Interesting. I don't understand any of your post, but I still deserve an A.

I did the French Exchange, for 5 weeks, sophomore year! It wasn't a whole year, our school just had a mini exchange, but I learned more French in five weeks than in all the other years I spent in classrooms.

One of my favorite memories is of interacting with the French kids my age (15 or 16). One time we were all hanging out, and they were putting cassettes in a stereo. It was probably a Japanese stereo, but everything was labelled for American and British consumers. So anyway, the French kids suddenly got all excited, saying "hey, we have this American kid here, he can explain stuff to us," and they asked what the hell FF stood for. "Fast Forward," I explained, and they were all like OOOHHHHH, of course, it makes sense now. They were into a French band called Telephone, which sang a song called Dure Limite. They were also into a British rap guy named Captain Sensible, who had a song that went "say captain, say what, say captain, say what"... It was pretty difficult for me to communicate with people, especially toward the beginning, but most of the kids were pretty cool so I had fun.

Sounds groovy, per say.

Not only was I unpopular to the point of being invisible, but was also terrible at pretty much everything. And didn't give a fuck, which was the worst part. I was a fat, lazy pussy with shitty attitude. who fit in with no one. Worst highschooler ever.

Meh, I was a pretty boring/average person in high school. I'd confess something if there was anything worth confessing, but alas, I have nothing.

I can confess something my brother did though. He worked at the local butchers part time while he was in his final years of high school. On the last day before the holidays (the summer holidays), him and his mates snuck into a couple of classrooms. The ceilings have these panels that can be easily removed, so they put raw meat up there, as well as a pigs head, and put the panels back in and went home.

6 weeks later school opens back up and the whole school smells of death. My brother now has graduated so he's not around to suffer through it. The principal for some reason suspected it was my brother and his mates and called up my mum to berate her. My mum, being the protective lioness for her baby cubs that she is, went off at the principal and basically hung up on her. My brother (who was listening to the converstaion with me) admits in a blaze way; "nah mum I did do it". The look on her face was priceless.

Nice.
Speaking of sneaking into HS, you should watch the horror film, Summer School (2006).
Worth watching at least one time.

Man that was like over half my life ago, I found it to be a major waste of time.
Speaking of running, I was the fastest in the school growing up until I hit college (aka high school for the yanks), where both junior schools joined together (there was a dude at the other school who prolly was faster than me) anyways I remember at ~14 we had the school competition, 1500m competition, 2 heats I won one he won the other (no final for some strange reason), anyways my time was the faster so I got declared the winner and got the biggest trophy out of all of them during prizegiving. Not very interesting OK. The thing is about 15 years later I was over in Munich for the oktoberfest, I run into some kiwi's in the campground and they said oh theres some ppl from your hometown over in those tents (my hometown is 5000 ppl) go over and we start talking and one of them is that same dude, hes like you're that fucker that robbed me of my trophy in college. Hilarious he was still holding this grudge all these years later.

No idea mate, it was so long ago. No doubt terrible this was age ~13

I see. All is 13 that ends in 13.

High School Years 1991 to 1994

I had a mullet until I listend to Hardcore music.

I was a smart ass and got the shit kicked out of me a few times, I called one of the popular cheerleaders the "town whore" which she was and the football team (who ruled that school) would push me into a locker or slap me in the back of the head when I was walking down the hall way. I forgot about most of that shit. I know that usually that sticks with kids there whole life. One day I looked on facebook and saw how some of the meaner kids are fat and bald and look hollow and alone.

Those HS years are mine.
Interesting, I thought you were 5-6 years younger for some reason...

Not born in 1981, interesting

i dont no about this papa ses i dont haf2 go if i dont want 2 ses im machur nuff 2 make mine own desison

Not much to admit except I was a quiet loner. I got bullied a LOT from the pupils and teachers until I finally lost it with one of the bigger more aggressive bullies and slammed my shoe into his nads.

I was a bit more prone to anger after that which did make others avoid me. But I had plenty of reasons to be angry at the time.