Coincidentally, just days after my high school blast from the past,
cassiopia was showing me some of her high school yearbooks today. I was struck by what a normal and pleasant experience she had had: Clubs and plays and a boyfriend. It all seemed so normal. Quite the contrast from the hell that high school was for me, what with running away from home (twice) and being kicked out of the house (many times!) and having my mother call the police on me and punching a hole in my bedroom wall and being almost continuously depressed and lonely... y'know, things like that.
I was undoubtedly the most colourful character in my high school, but I was certainly not very happy back then. I don't regret it per se, as those experiences shaped me into who I am now. Not in some abstract way, either, but in very direct ways that are obvious to me. Nonetheless, when I was a depressed teenager, I heard many people tell me to cheer up because those were going to be "the best days of my life." What a thing to tell a depressed person! Luckily, I had not believed them -- if I had, I probably would have truly been suicidal with nothing better to look forward to! However, my conversation with
cassiopia made me wonder about other people's high school experiences. Which leads to my first LJ poll:
[Poll #591991]
I'll be curious to see the results on this. I have a prediction already (which I won't reveal, to keep the analysis somewhat unbiased) and I am curious to see how closely it resembles the truth.
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I was undoubtedly the most colourful character in my high school, but I was certainly not very happy back then. I don't regret it per se, as those experiences shaped me into who I am now. Not in some abstract way, either, but in very direct ways that are obvious to me. Nonetheless, when I was a depressed teenager, I heard many people tell me to cheer up because those were going to be "the best days of my life." What a thing to tell a depressed person! Luckily, I had not believed them -- if I had, I probably would have truly been suicidal with nothing better to look forward to! However, my conversation with
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[Poll #591991]
I'll be curious to see the results on this. I have a prediction already (which I won't reveal, to keep the analysis somewhat unbiased) and I am curious to see how closely it resembles the truth.
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I hated high school for the most part. The only bright spots were the few teachers who did more than spew the textbook back to the class and the few friends I had in senior year. Before then, I mostly just put up with school. Senior year was also comparatively good because by then I had my grandfather's old Dodge and could leave the place under my own power after third period, which I did often. I almost refused to go on to college because I hated high school so much that I was convinced that college would only be more of the same useless crap day after day. Thankfully, my mother convinced me otherwise, and she turned out to be right.
So I can't honestly say they were the worst years of my life--I've had worse ones recently--but "pretty difficult" doesn't cut it either.
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This pretty much describes my home life during my high school years. In fact, it's so similar it's scary. :-)
In your poll, I checked off "I got through them okay" because my four years kind of had a split personality. The first two years were pure hell. There was no doubt about it. Then, in my junior year, I started writing for the school paper and was hanging around people from all sorts of cliques. Suddenly, the bullies were just gone. I don't know if that's because they were reading my stuff and seeing me differently or if the people on the paper told their friends to back off. After two years of pure torture, my world at school was suddenly quiet and uneventful. This is why I'm probably more willing to make peace with my high school graduating class after twenty years. They offered me a truce during those last two years.
As for teachers and how I felt about they way they applied their craft...well, that's a whole different entry I plan on writing soon. :-)
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Interestingly enough, it was my first two years that weren't so bad. Sure, I was depressed and lonely, but I was still living in a shell. It wasn't until I tried braking out of that shell (in the summer before my Junior year) that the true hell really began. Maybe that's why I can't regret those years, though... I was blossoming into the person I am now and the hell was the obstacles I had to fight my way through to make it happen.
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Couldn't agree more! What kind of idiot tries to cheer a depressed person up by telling them that things are as good as they are ever going to get?!?
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It was not the best time in my life because nothing in the past can be my best time in my life. The future can always be better.
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