I just remember how much I didn’t like it. Being made fun of, never fitting in unless I did outrageous things I felt uncomfortable doing, always being told what to do and God forbid, how to think sometimes. Always being around people, not getting private space, gym class, homework, waking up early…mind you, nothing changed all that much. XD
I dropped out eventually, spending the last years of what I attended of high school by skipping days, classes, getting drunk and or doing drugs in my shitty part of the hood haha.
I also do remember some dear friends though, one teacher who really tried to help me with my delinquent behaviour, and I remember frozen mornings having cigarettes by the arena, waiting for this guy I was going out with to come out of there and cheer me up by always being a complete goof. :D
Wasn’t all bad, but I’m a pessimist, so…