High school? Wow, that was....a lot longer ago than I thought.
Freshman year, I was in a totally new school on the complete other side of town. I didn't know a single soul there. Back then, I was the timid, withdrawn type, and I had been more or less betrayed by my last real friend a few months ago in middle school, so I didn't really talk with many any people at first. As time went on, I did make a few friends, one of whom was a girl in my geometry class, but we'll get back to her in a second. Freshman year especially sucked because I had a "zero period" class- I had a class before school even started. Ugh. Also, gym. I hated gym. I know that's kinda cliche and overdone, but it's true.
Sophomore year was kinda rough for the first week or so, since I had my behind the wheel portion of driver's ed in the early mornings before school. Like 5AM early. Again, ugh. But after that, things got better. I had English with the aforementioned girl, and she ended up asking me out. Things went rather well at that point...until my grandfather died....and I had to go to his funeral in Florida on my birthday....and my girlfriend dumped me a few days later after revealing she had cheated on my while I was in Florida. So yeah, the end of sophomore year really sucked.
Oh yeah, and there was that whole September 11th thing in there as well. That was kind of a bummer.
Junior year was hell on earth for me. Half of my classes were AP classes (and one of those was a math class, which I am just DREADFUL at). On top of that, I was doing marching band, private music lessons, Mock Trial, AND trying to find a part-time job. Oh, and there was the lovely realization early on of "well, I hope I don't run into the girl who broke my heart a few months ago OH DEAR LORD SHE'S IN A THIRD OF MY CLASSES WHY?!" Junior year nearly broke me. I was all but failing my math class, my grades in the others were slipping, and I was exhausted all the time. I'm fairly certain I seriously contemplated suicide at least once. Clearly I didn't go through with it, and I managed to barely survive.
Senior year was much better, partially due to the fact that I had planned this one a little ahead and was only taking easy as hell classes. I spent the first half of the year dating a girl I had met back in sophomore English. We ended up breaking up around Christmas because...well, let's say I had intimacy issues and leave it at that. There wasn't anything terribly spectacular that happened to me other than that. It was just kind of an auto-pilot year.
I did hate graduation though. I know it's important and traditional and whatnot, but it's just so...boring! My graduating class was about 500 strong, so it took FOREVER (or so I thought at the time- college graduation was much longer). On top of that, I had played for the past three graduations in the wind ensemble, so I was sick of that auditorium, sick of bloody Pomp and Circumstance, and just sick of the entire notion. If it wasn't for my parents insisting I go, I probably would have skipped it.
So, uh, yeah. High school. It can go to hell.