^^^ ha! I knew I liked you for some reason!
I use to have those same jeans...worn with a fucking body suit *gasp* huge hair and those stupid hats with the metal name plate on em'.
man i still wish i had that hat.
^^^ ha! I knew I liked you for some reason!
I use to have those same jeans...worn with a fucking body suit *gasp* huge hair and those stupid hats with the metal name plate on em'.
man i still wish i had that hat.


I was a huge stoner/skater girl but also was in the Academic Decathlon team (won a medal at state) and made a 1550 on the SAT. I was the girl wearing the ripped Kurt Cobain shirt.
You sound like a lot of my friends from high school!Originally Posted by Mastridonicus
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I was the one who wouldn't shut up in class discussions, who earned the name "dictionary", and who would receive applause from answers given in English Lit. I had a lot of talent but was very unfocused... dabbled in dance, speech/debate, joined the DnD club for kicks!
I never had a clique of friends, instead I was the welcome appendage to a bunch of different groups. I made friends with a lot of foreign kids, too.
I was considered hot, but was off-limits as I had a boyfriend in college (ooh, prestige). I would dress nicely for school but some days or weeks I would give a big "fuck this" and come to school in sweats and glasses!
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I was the fat, gothy girl that people felt vaguely uncomfortable around (or so my friends say). I started a creative writing club and participated in arsty-fartsy stuff. I was talented and landed in the musical every year (yay, sopranos). I was a band geek... not because I played an instrument, but because I swung a flag (woo, colorguard). I was also the school's poster bisexual... it's fun having everyone watch you date, especially during your awkward years.





Originally Posted by Tart
AHAHHAHA yes the body suits! I had like 7 of them! Red and green and yellow... oh gods....![]()
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Thats awsome~ Yea I was soo Bad in highSchool.. Me and my bestfriend used to have a contest on who can bum more money off people at the bus station. We were such Punks. I swear, we didnt give a f*ck. We'd make like 100$ each in dollars and quarters. lolol!!! We would tell people there was a cover charge to get into a club when there wasnt. lol. We were soo bad! -- But The Strip Club World Straightned me Up. Pretty Shocking! Sometimes Money can fuck people up and people abuse it, & sometimes it can make others appreciate what life has to offer them.Originally Posted by PhillyDancer1982
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I was such a geek, I didn't even have a boyfriend until after high school.
Oooh, perfect thread, since I just returned from my high school reunion.
OK, since you want to know: The gorgeous women -- they all stayed gorgeous. I absolutely swear to God. I am convinced that two of them have pacts with Satan because one still looks like she's 18 and the other -- a former Miss America finalist -- actually looks better than she did in high school. She and I sat around swapping plastic surgery tips.
It was the average-looking women who put on a ton of weight, probably because they didn't define themselves in terms of looks. Several women had been married three times. You know the drill. But they couldn't have been sweeter or more enjoyable.
From a strictly physical standpoint, the guys looked at least 10 years older than their chronological age. I was so stunned that my jaw was on the floor most of the evening. They always say it's the cheerleaders who go to hell, but our cheerleaders looked fabulous (and this coming from somebody who hangs out with dancers a great deal of the time). It was the jocks, nerds and normals who hit some kind of genetic wall, coupled with a complete lack of attention, desire or sensitivity to protect or enhance their physical appearance.
There were a few guys who looked like athletes, or obviously took some interest in their physical appearance. I got a lot of attention and appreciation for that reason, but, duh, I am on TV, so it's a professional imperative.
Also, the daughters. OK, in the interest of full disclosure, it's the daughters who show up at the reunion who transport you back to high school, and they sometimes want you to know it. Impossible flirts, but very funny. Hell, they are the only ones who listen to hip-hop, know how to text message and have some sense of what the hell MySpace is. It's times like this that I know my world is permanently split between two generations. Their parents would say something impossibly stupid and we would look at each other and just roll our eyes.
So what was I like in high school? High school was my escape from an alcoholic family and physical abuse, so my teachers and friends literally saved my life.
I had very close friends in two different and diametrically opposed groups -- the social circle, which included the cheerleaders, jocks, Key Club, Boys State, Student Council and the rest of the popular crowd (I was on TV, remember?) and the geek crowd, which included NHS and national merit scholarship group. My course load was physics, Russian, AP English, Engineering Math and Latin 5-6. This latter crowd was brutally unforgiving of anything less than intellectual perfection, and they never let me forget it. I remember being unable to sleep in fear of actually getting a "B." The intellectual crowd was also dismissive and angry for my friendship with the popular crowd and beat me up endlessly and heartlessly for it. They actually stole my yearbook for a week to keep the cheerleaders from signing it.
So, does this sound like the history of a freak in the making? I was already genetically predisposed to freakdom, with a dark, intense, brilliant, impossibly driven, sexually gifted and adventurous (yet irresponsible) father and a mother seduced away by this man from the social court of respectability and social acceptance, to say nothing of immense social status on the very highest political levels in the country.
She would have none of it.
oh GOD..highschool..i didn't even make it through the 9th grade! i was the WORST. i remember telling a teacher that i shouldn't have to ask HER premission to piss! anyway while i was there i hung out with the hip-hop lovers! we used to dance at lunch..i was on the step team for a short time. then i started doing more drugs and drinking alot..AH i remember trying coke for the first time in 7th grade...so by 9th grade..well yea you can imagine!
One day i just decided i didn't feel like going anymore so i got a full time job and 2 years later got my GED..now i go to Arizona State! haha..funny how things turn out.
In middle school, I was the smartass kid with perfect grades skipping grades and stuff.
Then I realized I wanted friends and stopped being the teachers' pet all the time. In High School I settled in as the super skinny cool geek who helped everyone out doing their homework and coordinated all the parties. I was on the basketball and volleyball teams but never really considered myself popular.
As soon as I got to college I found out that apparently the gals in my high school gave me raving reviews to the sorority crowd and I was a lot more popular than I thought. Man college was fun - all I did was tutor groups of gals who openly fought over me.
Then I got a linebacker's body and it was hilarious to see people's reaction at my 20 year reunion. It took me a while to figure out why the football bully crowd hid from me until I remembered they picked on me in middle school and while I was now built like a college linebacker, they were short, fat, old high school football studs.
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It's about those moments which leave you breathless."



I was such a loser in high school. A total geek, I didn't even lose it till senior year... Then I started stripping...![]()
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