I went to 2 different high schools, both were completely different...
The first one I went to, Overbrook High School in Philly. To give you an idea of what this school was like, I was one of the few white people there (like maybe 150 outta the 2500 kids in the school), teachers carried concealed weapons, and the people were fucking stupid. And I mean fucking stupid... I believe that on the state reading test, the school average was around 12%, where as the state average was around 65%
Not much interesting happened there, since the school was essentially one big lockdown for 8 hours of the day. Occasionally a huge fight would break out that would take a nice group of cops to finally break up...
Then I moved to Utah.
Grantsville High School. A school with about 600 people located right next to a mormon church. The church was actually bigger then the school.
When I first arrived at the school towards the end of my sophmore year, I was wearing a thrash metal shirt (I believe it was a Death Angel shirt) and some ripped up faded camo shorts, with some of those mittens with the fingers cut off on my hands and a wallet chain...
As I was saying though, first day of school during lunch, the Vice Principal comes up to me (I was sitting in the hall... alone) and says (and I'll remember this for the rest of my life): "I love the way you express yourself in such, clothing, but at our school we like to maintain a certain dress code. We prefer our students to be well groomed and to dress according to a standard..."
In the suspension report, what I said was described as "colorful language."
The rest of the time I was in HS I spent studying the habits of the mormon. Every day they'd go to the church for a Seminary class in place of say, a regular class, to study their bible. Of course, when I went into the scheduling office to say I wanted a seminary period to study my religious practice of beating the meat, or study, religiously, the writings of Timothy Leary, or something like that, I was refused. Alternate religions don't go well around here...
Never really had any friends in HS around here either. If you weren't a preppy little mormon or a football lineman, you weren't welcome. You'd get picked at for stuff like having a pentagram on your shirt, in which I would counter their arguement with citing the several people who would be wearing shirts advertising (yes, advertising) mormonism. Of course, those are fine, but pentagrams, inverse crosses, or the star of david are not welcome.
And then came a set of days so very fateful... Where one day I was given a 25 dollar fine for wearing a wallet chain, cause of course, I was going to choke someone with it. Then later that week, the day I got off that suspension, a kid (big football lineman douchecunt) named Collin or something like that (mighta been Callin) decided, while I was walking to my class with headphones on, to get in my face and start screaming incoherent bullshit about metal and stuff, and then knocked my headphones off my head...
I beat him with a locker door, to keep the story short... got expelled from the school system for it... which would of been just a 1 month suspension had it not been for all my unpaid dresscode fines and previous fighting suspensions.
And thats pretty much all of my HS memories.
now i feel stupid.
uke: 
