Why nothing- and I do mean nothing- could ever get me to go back to my High School days:
I went to four different high schools.
Freshman year was spent between two different schools with no friends.
Sophomore year was spent at one school with one friend. (I miss you Jackie!)
Junior and Senior year were spent at the same school with one friend. Sort of.
I never got asked out on a date.
I never got asked to any school dances.
I wrote a scathing Letter to the Editor of the school paper my Junior year of HS where I basically ripped apart the majority of students, telling them they were all the same, there was no individuality; telling them they were all a bunch of spoiled brats who would be in for a rude awakening once the real world hit. I would walk down the halls after the letter was printed and hear people bitching me out, not even realizing I was the author. I was completely invisible to these people no matter what I did.
I didn’t graduate on stage because being associated with that school repulsed me.
I’m in contact with no one from high school.
1986 to 1990 were some of the most depressing years of my life.