I failed freshman year. Like, I showed up, but I wasn't into the whole school thing mentally, I just went to keep people from getting up my ass about life. But I'd been apathetic regarding school since 3rd grade, so by highschool I was inherently too dumb to take any of the real classes like chem or algebra, so I had to take courses like intro to biology and business math to get all the credits I'd need to graduate a year late, and even then I ended up having to scramble, taking like 16 classes in the last year to get through. Luckily I picked up real well on english (in spite of my incoherent Rawbutt-ess ramblings on here), and my art teachers liked me so much they made up courses like advanced drawing 3, 4 and 5, and advanced painting 3 and 4 to help push me through, which I'm greatful for, I probably woulda just dropped out if I didn't get the fuck out of hs that year.
In retrospect, I didn't really get shit outta' highschool as far as academics go, and I probably woulda been as well off as I am now as far as landing jobs without a diploma would have gone. Probably shoulda just dropped out.
Anyway, I was a weirdo loner for the first 2 1/2 years of highschool. Eventually everyone who skated knew I skated cause' there's a skatepark in the school parking lot I'd always ride after school and we'd all see eachother, so they'd come up and talk to me at school, and eventually we all became buddies. But even then I didn't really hang out with kids from school, I've never smoked weed and I didn't start drinking till a bit after turning 21, so I didn't really give a shit for partying. I just hung out with friends I'd met through skating, who all went to different schools.
But ahh...
The kids that played sports weren't jocks at all, they were mostly really cool. There were a lotta crips, but being from the shit part of town myself, I'd already known all those dudes since we were nearly toddlers, so I never got fucked with. I didn't get a gf (or get laid) till senior year, which was sorta sketchy cause she was 17 and I'd turned 19 just before graduating, and I was sincerely afraid of getting busted by c-hanz.
That's my patchy all-over-the-place recollection of highschool.