Aside from my having to try out a few different high schools, I am not the type that liked, or likes, high school (HS) and never think things such as "I wish I was still...".

I had to work, while attending HS, and the first time I was forced to accept a bad grade, based on my attendance, really chafed me and got the ball rolling --- I eagerly went to HS to learn, but in stead I was constantly punished (thusly forcing me to retort with those two famous words, which forced me to "try out" a few HSs) because money did not fall from the sky. Never once was I in trouble for my work/grades.

Next, but equally as evil comes the very idiotic cliques - they added more fuel to that flame, simply because I never fit in to just one group, even though I was accepted by all (or most).
I was working - I could not chill with the kiddies.
I was smoking pot.
I was playing sports.
I was listening to house/dance music ... NOT ROCK & ROLL or hair-metal.
I did not wear jeans and t-shirts - I generally wore my work clothes (shirt, tie, slacks).
I no longer drank till I hurled &/or passed-out &/or forgot what I did that eve.
I hung around with the various ethnic groups.
I did not go to the beach, or get to spend summers with my HS chums.
I mainly hung around with my band of indians (I was one of 'em), and a very select group of girls, whom I later lived with.

All (students) were so worried about their "rep".
All (students) were so hypocritical.
All (students) were so childish, willing to destroy things sacred, such as friendship, merely to gain status by way of conquests (getting laid).

Uh, not thanks, I more or less hated them all and if/when walking down the street I hear or see a person, from 'the daze', I simply ignore, or turn to walk in the opposite direction.

I do so love the girls that I lived with, and love even more the crew of aboriginal Canadian friends (R.I.P. Dory).
And that is that!
The rest died and have floated away with the tides of change.