I'm in the UK, but I actually did go to a high school, because I'm from one of the weird counties that has a completely different school system to the rest of the country. I went to a state Church of England all-girls school that had a wonderful reputation in the community. The head teacher at the time I started was a pillar of the community, and was even made a Dame before she retired. I really didn't want to go there, but my parents didn't let me have a say in it. I hated all four years there, but I did pick up a few anecdotes.

In my first year there, some of the girls thought it would be a great idea to smoke in the classroom at lunch, along with having fun that involved a can of hairspray and a lighter. They threatened to hurt anyone who told the teachers, and the ringleader was much larger than me physically, and I was a bit terrified of her. In the end, a classmate and I discretely arranged a meeting with our teacher and told her, and our class' right to unsupervised lunches was revoked, and they never found out who had told.

At one point there was a craze among some of the students for using hairspray to confuse the smoke detectors and set off the fire alarm. This happened several times a week, all through exam season that year. Someone also managed to set fire to one of the bathrooms in the music department once, by pulling all the toilet paper from the rolls and lighting it, causing quite a lot of damage to that wing of the building.

We went to Wimbledon once as a school trip, and while we were in the very long, very slow queue, a photographer from a popular tabloid spotted some of us because of our very distinctive uniforms (long, pleated navy blue skirts, bright red flat caps) and asked if he could take photographs. We agreed because why not, but when our supervising teacher found out, she panicked that she was going to get into trouble for allowing a sleazy tabloid guy to photograph her precious underage charges and probably Photoshop them inappropriately. (I'm pretty sure we didn't make it into the paper, Photoshopped or otherwise.)

In my final year, we had a student teacher helping in our maths class, and he was quite young and really nerdy, and he really wasn't ready for a classroom full of teenagers. Some of the nastier girls in the class relentlessly sexually harassed him every lesson, until he just stopped coming to work one day. According to the rumours, he had a nervous breakdown and quit teaching.

homophobic cyberbullying and lots of sims 2

that and classmates dying in car accidents every year

looking at all these paragraphs

I got nothing much else XD

The only "crazy adventures" I ever went on were like, anime conventions. I think it was more the people at the top (or at least higher up) of the social hierarchy who went on "adventures", but I had a horrible time socializing at that age.

I WILL say I had a lot of really interesting classmates, especially senior year. One of my best friends was a kid who was 4 years younger but was at such an advanced level we were in the same grade, one was a guy who was constantly doing science experiments at home, another was a guy who idolized Roman generals, etc... The kid who did the science experiments was amazing though. One day he showed up to school with this scar on his hand, and when asked what happened, he just responded matter of factly "Oh. I burned myself with acid." His dad also mentioned they got correspondence from the Department of Homeland Security when the kid tried to buy mercury online. These were the people I wish I'd spent more of my high school life trying to talk to instead of cowering in fear of everyone.

My high school was right next to our city's zoo, and because we were an animal sciences magnet we could get in for free to do classwork.

The funniest thing I can possibly think about is since our zoo has gorillas, one of my friends asked another if he knew the name of the Gorillaz band members. He thought they were talking about the zoo gorillas so he started listing off their names, which were obviously not the names of the band members. He didn't realize it until we pointed it out.

also our chemistry teacher had a habit of saying -5 for any little thing like a real life Snape. I don't think she was ever serious about it but anytime someone did something slightly wrong, everyone around would just shout minus 5.

this might be more situational so its not really something general - when blackfish came out, my animal behavior class went to see a screening of it. after, our teacher had us write letters to seaworld that would express our opinion based on what we saw. a few weeks later, our principal came in and began scolding the people who condemned animal captivity in general - as our school was also supported by the city zoo.

also i got shoved into a makeshift 'yearbook' class because i had an open period where I already took all the available classes for the time & i had already been a TA so i couldn't do it again. said free period was every wednesday iirc? because my schedule shifted so i'd start the following class the next day, and so on. so during the last few weeks of school I drove to buy pizza - in the rain - and had to get my friend's help to sneak in with said pizza.

also i touched a peacock. an actual peacock.

My country has a very different school system, the thing closest to higschool for me would be the age 12 to 15 (you're supposed to go there till you're 17/ 18, but I dropped out when I was 15)

//[Disclaimer] I was a great student, I had some of the best grades and I had lots of friends, I never got in trouble for anything. So no, I didn’t have to drop out, I just wanted to. I couldn't bring up the motivation to wake up and go to school anymore. I wanted to start my future by going to a lower education art school. (It's a dutch thing, called mbo, it's practical and specialized school meant for people who have harder time learning and want to be prepared for working under a boss)//

Even though I hated school, I think my high school experience wasn't that bad overall. I just hated languages, math, geography, science, physics, fine arts, PE, tests, being tired, no exhausted, not seeing use of going there, having to ride my bike 36 km a day through rain and wind and snow and... do I have to go on?

Random fact:

We didn't have a canteen, and I heard that after I dropped out they build one, but they only served vegan meals???

My teachers were weird

• We had a biology teacher that got fired because he smoked weed at school. (He was my favorite teacher )

• And there we had an art teacher that got fired because he was an illegal graffiti artist and tried to get us into it too.

• There was also the German teacher that couldn't really speak our language that learnt us weird German words and let us watch the same movie twice in one year.

• And our PE teacher accidentally used the wrong e-mail adres once, which was HankySpanky something-something. So some of my classmates gave him a whip for his birthday. He sometimes said he'd spank people if they didn't perform well. (He never did spank any students ofcourse!)

• Our Dutch and Geography teacher was a cat lady, and her whole classroom was decorated with cat objects.

• Our science & physics teacher was really bad with fire and burned/ broke over ten ceiling tiles in one year, the principle got really mad over this.

MEMORIES
Our school was being rebuild, and there were a lot of places we weren't allowed to go. But my squad didn't care and we'd always hang at the side staircase. Our squad even called the app-group after that staircase. We'd talk to the people that were working there, we'd draw on the stairs, because the staircase would be removed anyway.

I was basically the only "emo" kid. And teachers were super worried for me, they asked me to show my wrists and asked if I were depressed. Just because I wore black clothes, black eyeliner, dyed my hair black and wore platform boots haha. I never selfharmed, and I was a good student, they based their worries purely on my look. (Cringes when thinking of my V shaped bangs)

There was this transfer student that was "emo" too and I was sooooooo desperate to talk to him. My best friend kind of got me into believing that I had to ask him out, so I talked to him the week before my last week at that school, and went to a concert with him. But he turned out to be gay (Also he really wasn't my type, he smoked and drinked when he was only 15 and he had toxic friends).

And my sad parting: I've been sick for over two months, and after I returned to school, my squad split up, no one of them still talked, and they didn't want to hang anymore. I don't know if it was because of me, or what happened tbh? But I ended up hanging with only one of them... I dropped out after this year and got kind of school famous for being their first drop out. Again, my teachers were all worried sick for me, telling me that it was just a phase that I'd regret it, but honestly, it was the best decision I ever made

HAPPY END

Ah....high school...I hated high school. It's not like people were horrible to me, I just didn't enjoy it. What I did like was my high school was located really close to the center of the city. Because I had taken 8 grades of piano and piano theory, I was able to use that as credit towards graduating high school and didn't have to take as many courses in my last two years. I had a three hour block of no classes every day, so I left and hung out downtown in anime stores or went to the library. The best class was biology because our teacher had a pet boa constrictor named Patra that he would let out during class time. She was an awesome snake and I'd frequently have her hanging out on my arm if we had to partner up during class, which made the annoying, snobby girls leave me alone and I got to hang out with the more interesting people.

My father was an evangelist and pastor until his existential crisis and eventual break with the church, so I attended several different high schools in several different states in the US. I can tell you from experience that they're all about the same. I even attended one private christian school after I was caught and expelled for smoking pot on campus in Colorado. This was in 1988 or 89.

The strangest thing that happened at that school was one of my acquaintances was... um... is it only adults here? He was 'pleasured' by his gf on the bus during a school field trip. We were going down town to do missionary work and the two had become that through the top of the pants kind of intimate on the way there. So, this guy walked around downtown with a flannel shirt wrapped around his waist and buttoned down the front like a skirt because... reasons.

When I was in public school, also in Colorado, my cousin, a friend of his and I ditched class and hitch-hiked 45 miles to Evergreen to see a girl I was dating at the time who was home sick. All three of us ended up sleeping in her closet overnight. It was an interesting experience. My cousin soon started dating her bff shortly thereafter. It kind of sucked because I always liked her bff more. She was very short, and slim, and very quick-witted. If you've ever seen Toradora, that's basically her: a palmtop tiger, but slightly less mean. My gf, Becky, was much more demure.

I personally think her mom knew the whole time we were there. My cousin just would not shut up. Like verbal vomit kind of nervous.

I spent most of my time in Colorado ditching class and going to house parties. Three of the schools I went to there had smoking areas, which was where everything from fights to make-out sessions happened. I literally choked on another gf's tongue there. Her name was Jasmine. She had this giant, incredibly long tongue that she would just stab in there and try to throttle you with. It was... disconcerting, though now I might consider it kinky and exciting, at the time I didn't really want her to reach in and taste what I had for lunch that day.

I did have a gf actually try to kill me during high school. It wasn't at the high school, though. She was borderline personality disorder, so when we fought it was usually about me hanging out with other girls or some other imagined abandonment. She pointed her father's gun at me. It was much like the vaudeville "french lovers" routine, but felt way more serious at the time. The sex was great and we stayed together for almost a year. Every time we'd break up we'd get back together for a night and she'd steal my underwear, or conversely leave hers at my place. It was usually her bra as I had this thing for her "girls." They were middling-big but perfectly shaped, and she had good taste in lingerie. At the time I was all about the men's bikini's so it didn't much matter to me whether I had them or just went commando. It was more the thought that I liked about them than the sensation. I think of her on occasion, though usually only when drawing the naughty bits.

As you can imagine, none of this happened without a liberal supply of liquor, pot and occasional LSD which was my favorite. I quit smoking pot, then quit drinking after my second suicide attempt, but before I dropped out of high school. Tripping at school wasn't really that much fun. It was more like fighting through a cloud just to get to the paranoia.

It was really a friend of mine's suicide that grabbed my attention. Becky, another Becky, not the same one, was a gf of a sort-of friend. Kind of an acquaintance. But Becky and I got along really well. We were never single at the same time. I think her bf's name was Devon, or Devin or something, though I'm not sure. We'd hang out, basically, and I once died her hair plaid at a party. Just one side that she'd shaved pretty tight though. She was a Skate Betty, if you know the term. Kind of emo, but more like a grunge Pinky Pie. I gave her bf his first tattoo in my basement.

Yes, I skated. Yes, I had the Tony Hawk hair. Yes, I know it looked goofy.

Anyway, they'd broken up, and I didn't know. I was busy with my own gf troubles at the time. I was dating Melinda, (raven black, long hair. Smart, sexy, wild, like Jane Russel, but the latina version). She was "maybe pregnant" and I was working as a store manager at a crappy fast food place. (side note: we were actually robbed once) This whole huge long thing happened where we were briefly... not happy, then, basically, she left for California with her real Dad.

So, anyway, when Becky called, I was busy. Frankly, I was busy cheating on Melinda with Melissa (shockingly red hair and great body. When I say great, I mean wow great, and, in my own defense, the red hair and freckles, so totally not my fault) So, when she needed me, I just kind of brushed her off. I used to wonder. It's rare now, but it was really hard to think of her today. She was, I think, the one that got away, you know? And I was just... bad.

I had to edit this to say that what I meant by "the one that got away" was "THE one." Becky is the one I compare all other women to even if I'm not aware of it at the time. She was it for me.

When Becky died it tore me inside out. I had never reached the point before where I just didn't want to feel anything at all, ever again. Even my own brushes with death were more that "screw you, let's see you live without me" kind of juvenile crap. But Becky was so special to me. I know, though, really sad, right? But that happening, it saved my life. I quit everything, and kind of disappeared into me for a while. I stopped having parties at my place. My parents were potheads by that time, and didn't care what happened as long as no one was arrested. I have the ignoble distinction of introducing them to drugs. Yaay me.

Melinda came back from Cali about 6 months later. I'd changed, she'd changed, so it didn't really work out. I didn't really date after that. I grieved for a long time. By the time my head was right high school was just a "thing." Just this place that was, not torture, but, I don't know. It's hard to explain. It was like I didn't belong there. The best way to say it is that I was dirty and they were all clean. I couldn't smile and pretend. It was the isolation of a crowd, I guess. None of them were like me. It was just shockingly, jaggedly absurd.

But anyway, then there was Anna. Anna and I never dated, and we never really had a thing going or anything, but Anna breaks my heart. She basically dated the same guy for the entire time I knew her. She was like dirt poor, and I mean like, trailer park living with her crackhead mom poor. I was dating Melinda at the time and we were like the little clique that always hung out because our relationship status was mostly stable and Melinda was all daggers at any other female I was in close contact with at the time. The girl would literally stalk me. It was great but in a really creepy kind of way. So, the four of us thought we'd go to Anna's grandmother's house and just have some fun. I-can't-remember-his-name had a car at that time, which was odd because he didn't own a car at that time. Stop me when you see where this is going.

So we get up into the mountains, and we pull into what I think is Anna's grandmother's place. Spoiler: not really grandma's place. Big surprise. Melinda and I are all mussing the sheets in the guest bedroom, and the cops break in. The next thing I know we're all in handcuffs in separate cars, and I-can't-remember-his-name is all, "Oh man, I am so f**ked!" and I'm all "Really? That's all you can say?"

Btw, this was coincidentally just before Melinda took off with her Dad to Cali. I wonder why. And, Anna, not to make it sad again or anything, had a child by I-can't-remember-his-name who was in jail at the time. Anna was/is the reason I first considered emotionally that abortion be not only legal but easily obtainable by all without any notice or consent of the father of the child. Anna was sweet, but stupid (not dumb, just stupid in the way that women always return to their abusers kind of stupid) and she didn't deserve her mom or poverty or that... person. It would be an abuse of the term to say that I loved her, but she was my friend. She didn't deserve that.

Then there was the time all four of us snuck into some random person's hot tub. What?! The lights were off and everything! We ran, soaking wet and clutching our clothes while some old guy was just screaming at us. Melinda's just laughing her head off and Anna's going, "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!"

Aww man, good times.

We had a faux fencing duel in a cemetery once. This blonde wisp, I can't remember her name (and no I didn't sleep with her), her parents fenced, so we thought, being idiots, we'd steal a couple "swords" and have a play fight in the cemetery like we were fighting off evil or whatever. Was great until the cops came. We all got away though.

I can't remember any other ones that were really bad. Oh, the rehearsal party after some random person's wedding. I think I was friends with the bride's brother or something? I can't remember. I think I was dating (name removed) at the time? Total emo goth chick. Like, the whole cool hair and aunk eyeliner thing. Think of Robert Smith but with breasts. She actually wrote me a love letter in her own blood. Not kidding! She was spectacularly bad in bed. Actually, saying that, I think I'll just go delete her name now. So, we're making out in this back room and she's all, "hate me, hate me" and this couple just barges in and just starts going at it. It's the closest I've ever come to group sex, and also the furthest away I ever wanted group sex to be. It was kind of like watching gorillas on a nature show. Like, wait, that doesn't go there! And (name removed) is like WTF?! and all waaaay turned off by now so we went back to the party and just let them have the room. That was the night I became so wasted that I slept on a bus line bench. Thankfully no one threw change at me or anything.

Actually, overall, I laugh about it, but high school really sucked. I don't want to be the guy that boasts about his regrets, but that's pretty much it. My parents had disappeared into their own miasma. It was ironically the loneliest time of my life. When I look back, I never think about the fun times, but just the time I wasted playing grown up games with a boy's mind.

I know this sounds really weird after all that, but I've always been kind of nerdy. Not like glasses-guy kind of nerdy, but like quiet, intense poet kind of nerdy. I was an atheist and pseudo armchair anthropologist long before my father ever left the church. Most people I met didn't know what the hell I was talking about when I spoke of books and ideas. For a long time I just stopped. It was easier than being ostracized for being too smart. And if that doesn't sound egotistical, I don't know what will. I was a "freak" who blended with several different subcultures, looking for something that was quite a lot like me.

Note that I went to a very small public school. One teacher would leave fake spiders in desks( or sneak it onto the desk when we asked for help) always freaked people out. For most of the sports, it was about a 150 dollar fee, and lots of people would bring it as change in a pillow case. The principal would leave his coffe cup in a lot of places so a lot of people would hide it in hilarious places(like ontop of speakers or basketball hoops).The computer lab phone ring was always changed to something hilarious( by students), it made a little fun when we had long sessions in there. A few of the teachers allowed us to eat all day through class as long as we worked( though one was quite strict)(we were even allowed to listen to music when were left researching on our own, as long as one ear was free of an earbud, but there was one, again, that didn't allow).when i had community service(which was mandatory for all students) i had library, and I would just chill out reading books a lot of the time. One teacher had a giant tea stash, and anyone could make themselves tea during class. We never had a real problem with bullies. all the teachers were pretty cool in different ways. There was no cliques and there wasn't really a popularity hierarchy going on, but you were cool if you were funny.

I live in Denmark, and here we don't wear school uniforms and boys and girls are in the same classes :U It's also mandatory to have a laptop with you in class
Lots of students slack off and does other stuff besides taking notes on their computer, fx by checking their facebook. I used to play 2048 in our geography lessons :'D And I always have my headphones with me, since the teacher often end up saying "you have 20 minutes to answer these questions in Word, you may listen to music while doing it"

My experia.... how about no....
- WasH

I LOVED high school!! Mainly because I was one of "the popular kids" so I didn't get much of the flak like others would get, I did not like the hierarchy, I detest it, I just happened to be friends with the people other people considered cool, so I was cool by association I guess. I was a member of the National Honors Society, the Student Council, the Italian Honors Society, Art Club, Math Honors Society, this Freshmen mentoring program when I was a Senior, Swimming Team, Lacrosse Team, Drama Club (Stage Manager not an actual actor haha), among my honors classes, yeah I was that kid. I was always putting on pep rallies or organizing some sort of event so I was always interacting with people and made many friends in many different circles, It paid off, I got like 7 awards during prom, (Most Artistic, Most Versatile, Class Model, Most Photogenic, and some others I don't remember, it was so silly). And I went to prom with the Prom Queen LMAO! Oh lord, I sound like a fucking snob. Anyway! I was not all that though! I just got away with things because I was well liked by teachers and administration so I would constantly cut class and go behind the building and smoke weed or go back home and sleep and eat. During the warmer months of the year I would just jump on the Q train and go to Coney Island with friends and fish for alcohol and beers, go to the NY Aquarium, or ride the Cyclone and the Ferris wheel and eat hot dogs and just relax. It was awesome, ditching school and heading out to the beach with a couple friends.

As for my school, there were two schools in my town that were rivals for like 100 years, WELL, the city decided to merge both schools and just have one high school. So both deeply rival schools had to share a bigger and newer building, it was horrible, it was during my senior year and the administration was a mess!! No one knew how to run anything and it was a disaster. It really ruined my high school experience, specially my senior year which is supposed to be the best year! But whatever, we had to change mascots and no one from my school was happy because we were badass bulldogs! LET'S GO BIG BLUE! The other school were Hillers... wtf is a Hiller? A Hillbilly? No one knows, no one cares (and orange and blue as their colors??? How about no?) We became fucking eagles... Eagles! We couldn't be something cool like a snake or a lion or a wasp... an eagle... BORING! I think that's it, other than that my school was pretty normal, people hooked up, rumors ran around every day, just regular stuff.

OH! I got the swine flu during my junior year and I couldn't take any finals because I was out for finals week so that was pretty cool! They just averaged out my grades from the year and gave me a final grade, probably something higher than I would have gotten hahaha. Oh and a math teacher went to jail for boning his students and he became a current joke all the way until I graduated. Whenever a teacher would compliment someone or give praise they (or the student) would immediately go "NO LINDO!" a lot like the "no homo" thing (Lindo was the teacher's last name)

The end!

Wow, where to begin??? Hearing other kids farting in the adjacent bathroom stalls, cafeteria food fights, teachers hitting on teachers, principals quitting after only a week of showing up, crush triangles, and loads upon loads of acne.

Cringes I decided to forget public and try virtual school. XD

I studied in a co ed catholic school so they were pretty strict I mean girls couldn't wear miniskirsts or rings even big earrings was a no no. Piercings and tatoos? No way. Actually the "cool people" weren't the sport people but the theatre one, I wasn't friends with them but the theatre teacher was really cool she even lend me a book and was probably the only teacher that made me think that maybe I had a talent in something... but I never followed that path, that's another story lol. Actually the same could apply to the art teacher, he was like a hippie that used to think that everybody was good and never really taught us a thing, but I really liked to pass the time in the art room painting.
In the last day we ringed the school's bell and we kind of broke it and everybody was running loool, and some people put music on the speakers and we started to dance. Like, yeah!!!it is over!!!

I went to "one of the best schools" in one of the richer counties in the US. Or at least...that is what we were always told.

The school I attended prided itself in being "one of the best" but it only got that title from gerrymandering neighborhoods in order to get upper middle-class and upper class students. Plus the whole thing about how the school NEVER let the news report bad things about it.

Once a student decided to throw a smoke bomb into someone's locker and it melted the paint of the locker and we had to all evacuate the building. It was a big deal but there was nothing in the news about it. There were other times like a stupid teacher setting the newly renovated ceiling on fire.

I also had to deal with a school being renovated. Like instead of relocating us to other local schools (there was a school a mile closer to where I live), we had to continue trying to get work done in a building that had exposed ceilings, dust, noise, and half finished hallways. I have awful allergies and had to cover my mouth while walking down the halls. Also, due to the decreased number of classrooms, we were put in cheap temp buildings they set up in front of the school. Then a bunch of feral cats came along and decided to live under them.

For less awfulness about it...Anthon Scalia's niece (I think) was in my graduating class, so he spoke at our graduation. Another thing to note is that our graduating class was so large, we had to have the ceremony at a larger local high school.

The school was also a magnet school for students with emotional and physical disabilities. There was a very large deaf and hard of hearing program.

For school pranks, we had.....a Christmas tree on top of the school, a crucified plush Easter bunny, and a student who got a hold of the principle's prom photo and printed about 2000 copies and threw them everywhere.

They say your high school years are the best years of your life, it's all a lie.

Tbh though I can barely remember high school; I know I didn't enjoy it. I went to a nice charter school freshman year and did pretty well; then the school got shut down and I went to regular school. That sucked. Then I went to another alternative school that was more on the "Eh" side. But I did get to learn floral design which was pretty awesome. My main problem with school was partly my lack of interest in the subjects being taught and the social aspect of it.