Best memories of high school

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Not quite high school, but junior high school.

7th grade: Seeing one of my bullies get his face smashed into a drinking fountain by another person he didn't get along with - Did I mention he was wearing braces which mangled up his mouth pretty bad.

I think I have vicarious schadenfreude, Scoots.

Leaving.

Seriously, my last year of High School was one of the most traumatic years of my life. I moved across the state, from a large school where I could be more or less invisible (and thus ignored, and thus somewhat content) to a small private school with rigid dress codes/physical appearance standards and lackluster academics...despite its reputation.

My favourite memories of High School were my first three years, before I became a Hippie. I was a Beatles Fan and that was the ending of the original phase in which I was obsessed with London and Routemasters.

Well...I was honest, this time.

The second half of high school (and many years after) was horrific, but the first half had some good points.

I had two good friends in my first year, one of whom stayed through the second, there was also a "mutual crush" (I'm not sure if I'd call her a girlfriend) in my freshman year, but that ended somewhat badly (she played a social mindgame/puzzle on me. I failed, and she stopped talking to me after that). There was also a "mutual crush" in my junior year, but that ended horribly.


Well... I guess my senior year wasn't all bad. I got to begin my own research that year, which was a lot of fun.

I actually liked high school. Believe it or not, there were more intellectuals at my high school than there are here at my college. I had a close-knit group of intellectual friends. Of course, I rarely associated with them outside of school (seeing them at school was quite enough interaction), but we had a lot of fun. The most fun I ever had was dressing like a flapper for my AP US History video about the 1920's. I did it with three of my intellectual friends.I got to talk about Gatsby and wear real stockings that rolled down and everything! I was in heaven. I even cut my hair for the first time in my life for that video, so I could have an authentic bob. Everybody was shocked when I did this and I got two reactions: either they thought I was strange for having cut my hair just for a school project or they were amazed and said, "That's real devotion!" What they (and I) didn't realize was that it was Aspie-ness... I also had a lot of fun taking my AP tests, especially my AP Literature and Composition one my senior year because I was only one of three who took it. The other two were two of my close intellectual friends. Fun times. I loved high school because it was structured. There isn't any structure in college. In high school, I went to the same class every day at the same time for the whole year; I could come home at the same time, get up at the same time, eat the same lunch in the same order (I did this all through school). However, in college, there's no consistency and too much change. I always feel uprooted. Most Aspies like college better, but I don't for the very reason that the lack of routine inhibits me from enjoying it to its fullest.
-OddDuckNash99-

My happiest memory of high school was when I finished my last exam, realizing that high school was over and I would never, ever, have to go back.

The last minute of the last hour of the last day.
I didn't hate high school... I was more indifferent to it.
The whole thing was a phenomenal waste of my time.

I loathed high school, and not just that, middle and elementary school. They were pretty much Hell on Earth for me. I can't even think about my time in K - 12th grade without wanting vengeance on everyone there and feeling the urge to wanna beat all of them within an inch of their miserable, undeserving lives. If I ever get a letter from my high school regarding a reunion, the temptation of wanting to go and pay them all back will be a hard one to fight for me. Yeah, it was THAT bad for me.

my "friends" never invite me to any partys. I was made fun of so much as a young child I find it hard to trust anybody. as for my best HS memory (still a freshman) today in biology we were looking for cheek cells under a microscope. this girl asked our teacher what the funny cells from her mouth were. our teacher, shocked, told her that those were sperm cells.

One of the things I remember the most of the high school was marching band. The first year I was in marching band was really bad except for the end of the season. The marching band made it to state finals! I still remember the rush of energy I felt when we got on the football field to play the show one last time!! !! ! Mind you I was on the old Mile High stadium field (for those of you not from the states: it's in Denver and is now Inverco Staduim.) Even though that was the wosrt term of the high school, I look back at as the one of best things to happen to me in high school, because I made soo many friends that made high school great. However, I have to agree with some of the other posts, I'm glad to be out of high school.

I'd say Freshman year, cause I got nominated for Homecoming court, and almost won.
Sophmore year, I won. Joined track, went to spring Formal, with a girl who'd I'd liked since my 8th grade year(her soph year).
Junior year, joined Cross country, drama production in spring, track. got a girlfriend, got dumped that summer. painful.
Senior Year. went to Tolo, valentines, adn formal, with said ex girlfriend. graduated high school. good grades.

I have other memories, but these are teh ones taht stand out.

Once, in Science, one of my friends's phones rang. You're not even supposed to have mobile phones in school, but it was worse because his ringtone had swearing in it (it was in the voice of Ozzie Osbourne too.) It was really funny.

Drama club. It was one of the few places in school where "weird" people were accepted by everyone. I wasn't the nerdy freak who sat in the corner and couldn't stop shaking and twitching, I was one of the guys. Wonderful people. Acting came surprisingly easy to me; being on stage wasn't all that much scarier than talking to NTs in daily life.