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I was unable to explain to the people who went back to my 50th high school reunion, that high school was pure hell for me. Many of the people at the reunion were actually my tormentors, though they have no recollection of doing that.
I tried in a gentle way. But none of them could understand since the reason they went back was because high school was one of the most wonderful times in their lives. And many of them never moved away from their home town in the last 50 years.
Hated it so much I walked Feb of my senior year. I wasnt going to graduate any ways. The following Monday I enrolled in adult education, had my diploma in April I think it was, before my former classmates. Had other priorities at the time, and wasnt going to put up with the nonsense I was having to deal with there.
For me, that was a nightmare, for others probably not so bad. I wonder what the balance is...
Circumstances. When bussing began, so did my high school years, right in the middle of daily turbulence. I was a nervous wreck as a 90-lb girl with no friends... I'd just been torn out of a nice school in a small, safe town in another state & plopped down in turmoil. It drastically affected my mental & physical health, as I walked to school each day with Fed Marshalls pointing rifles at me because I was white (because frightened, 14-yr old, scrawny girls are so fearful)... & it motivated me to graduate 2-yrs early, rather than drop out, as many did.
My only memories from HS are fear & violence & extreme prejudice on all sides. To this day, when I think about those times, I lose my breath. Being a small white girl meant I was a target, so I learned to be safe by not cowering in fear, but standing solid & strong, if that makes sense. Every 5-yrs or so, I have a dream I'm in HS & wake up sweaty, screaming & terrified... that funk stays with me for days.
I'm envious of those who had HS friends, participated in sports & didn't have riots begin in class first thing every morning, then have the details twisted & lied about by media every night on the news. I was there. It didn't happen that way. Shame on all the decision making adults that made the lives of children utterly miserable at that time. Add to that... we learned nothing. Most of our classes were regularly cancelled as teachers locked us in class rooms & ran for their own safety.
I was lucky to go to a large high school in the most desirable neighborhood in a large city. Academically, it rivaled the best private schools in the area. But we were the "poor kids" (relatively), so we drove old beaters and didn't have designer clothes or trips to South Padre in the spring and Aspen in the winter.
Still, it never mattered, I was treated just fine, and had a gang of good friends, none of us fitting into the stereotypes of "jock," "social," "bandgeek" "kicker" (cowboy/girl) or "hood." I didn't really stand out in this gigantic school, but if you had to put me into a category, guess I was sort of a "brain/party girl." The best thing about HS is that is prepared me academically for college. I learned to write papers and study for tests, so when I went off to my small private Southern college, I hardly had to study at all. More time for keg parties and road trips!
I swear, college was like a 1980s Animal House. Right down to shag dancing in inch-deep beer and toga parties. Loved every minute.
I grew up in a small town. There were three elementary schools, but my graduation class was only 272. I grew up with these kids. People. Even if we went to a different elementary school, I might have met them through scouting, Sunday School, dance class. EVERYONE in that town knew each other. And they also knew your parents. Especially since my father had a business right in the village.
I was involved in HS activities. Particularly Theater, Dance, and Cheerleading. I got good grades. However, for some reason, maybe because my boyfriend was a class ahead of me, I had more friends one and two classes ahead of me.
Consequently, I decided to complete HS in three years. I wanted to go away to college when my friends did. I couldn't imagine another year in that HS.
I checked "meh" because while I had friends, and I was fairly popular, I was not in the "Mean Girl" crowd - although a couple of them were friends. I liked a diverse group of people.
Prom was memorable. HS had it's enjoyable moments. But I really didn't share much with the people in my HS - other than a zip code.
I loved my senior year of high school .I did not like college for the most part.
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