|February 25, 2001|
was your worst memory of high school?I didn't have that bad a high school experience.
Middle school was pretty awful--you seriously don't want to hear about my worst middle
school experience. But high school was okay. Good times outnumbered bad times by far.
Marshelltown/Ames, IA USA The emotional rollercoasterness of it all Felicia, 35
Lowell, MA USA Speech class! I was very shy and hated having to give talks in public. Jane, 60
West Linn, OR USA All of it? I wasn't very well liked. Firelady, 23
Dallas, TX USA Forty eight years ago, the "high school" in my small town housed Grades 7 through 12. As a 7th Grade honor roll student I had incurred the wrath of several girls in the fashionable clique (a group I had no hankering to join). Obviously, in the terminology of the day, I just thought I was smart, because. (No words every followed "because". "Because" was a summing up of all reasons for disapproval. At the first school pep rally of the year, the fashionable clique, joined by a number of older students--probably 30 or so--formed a circle around me and began shoving me back and forth across the circle, chanting, "You just think you're smart, because. You just think you're smart, because." I my glasses fell off and were stepped on. The shoving continued. I fell, tearing the knees out of my jeans. The shoving continued. I didn't cry, but was very close to crying when a junior, a four letter athlete, hollered "What's going on?" He broke into the circle which dissolved. He helped me find the frames to my glasses and told me I'd be O.K. I've retained very warm feelings for Bert all these years. The only connection between us was that we both had little brothers in Little League and mothers who helped at the Little League refreshment stand. I felt this made his actions even more heroic. Four years later he was killed as the result of a ill conceived college prank. His death was very upsetting to me. Jill, 60
Saylorsburg, PA USA I actually have no bad memories of high school-it was a good time. i just got out early cuz i wanted to get on with my life. Angela, 16
Aiken, SC USA I don't have any bad memories of high school. My high school career was a blast and I loved every minute of it. Stephanie, 25
TX USA I went to six high schools while being dragged around a little, so my viewpoint's a little different. I never saw myself as being in the picture because I was too busy comparing the schools and instead of feeling like any of it was a part of my life I felt like I was an intruder on a series of movie sets. I met a lot of cool people on the tour, but I don't know a damn one of them now.
Hah... yeah right! I'm only 16! Actually I do know girls my age that have kids, but thats really sad. Someday I'd definately like kids though... a girl and a boy.
My gym exam freshman year. I got a D on it.
My freshman year I dated this troll of a sophomore with a gap it her teeth so wide she could floss with a chain. She was about 230 pounds, and had no attractive attributes to speak of. And it wasn't like she had any redeeming personality traits, either. She was mean and whiny and allways acused my friends of trying to steal me from her. What was I thinking???
Everyone hating me because of something I did...
Hah... how about the entire last year (grade 10)! I hated it... my friends were jerks, my boyfriend screwed me over, um... my friends were jerks, I was suicidal for a few months... that isn't easy when your friends don't care at all about you. Fortuately I am past all that now!
I don't have any good memories of high school. I hated it. All the good stuff that went on during that time sure as hell didn't occur within the four walls of that horrid place.
But by far my worst memory of high school was when I was a freshman. My best friend and I had this notebook that we traded back and forth and wrote to each other in. I accidentally left it in study hall one afternoon. By the time I realized it and ran back there it was gone. The next morning I went to gym and every single note that had been written in that thing were tacked to the bulletin board in the locker room. Parts were highlighted. We had written so many things in there that were private, about people we didn't like, people we did like, family stuff, *everything* I would never have wanted 1000 girls to read. It was the most humiliating thing that has ever happened to me.
So many bad memories to choose from: Where to begin? I suppose I would have to say eleventh grade (the whole year). That was the year I had semesters of 5Fs and 2Ds, my folks thought I was taking pot, I got detention for the first time ever, thought I would croak when I graduated, and I took self loathing to a new level.
My worst memory? Ugh, do I have to? Probably being unable to pronounce "Goethe" my freshman year when I was reading questions to the quiz bowl team - mostly upperclassmen who already knew the name. I guess that doesn't seem too bad, but either it wasn't a bad four years or I've repressed everything worse.
What a can of worms this is for me! I went to high school in the late 60s during all the racial riots. My school was a clear 50/50 mix of black and white. Everyone got along until the media went wild with all their coverage of big city uprisings. That was it. For at least a week, white students had to be escorted to their classes by NYPD riot squad...no lie. We would get off the buses in the morning and be greeted with riot squad who would make sure we got into the building safely. I was just a sophmore when I got my ass kicked so badly at school one day by a group of girls who just wanted in on all the "fun," that my parents transferred me to another school as soon as I was well enough to return. Another girl, on the same day that my incident took place, was sent into a coma for two months after having her head held under toilet water for too long by another group of animals. I hated every moment of the high school experience from that point forward. I just couldn't wait to be around adults in the working world. I quit before the year was out. All I say is...I'm thankful fists were the weapon of choice back then. God help our kids today.
I'm still here, and for the moment, i only want to remember the good stuff. Being a senior is the best and the worst of times. sad and happy, scary, and wonderouus all at the same time. I wouldn't change it for a thing.
Sarah S., 17
probably something to do with being kicked out as a junior and told not to come back until I saw a psychiatrist. . .at the time I was stupidly proud of all this, now I'm mostly embarassed. . .
I don't now. I had a terrific time in high school. It's either the time I got caught for plagerizing or in senior year when I was forced to choose one friend over another.
Every time I heard an anti-gay joke, comment, or threat is definitely the worst memory.
Cardiff ENGLAND Didn't have one date Jason, 21
Oneanta, NY USA I think over-all was the being unsure of myself and trying to be accepted. When I finally realized that it all had to come from within me and my attitude, life got a whole lot better. Janet, 42
E. Brunswick, NJ USA