I was baked out my mind for most of high school and I would never, ever want to go back. I smoked pot just to deal with it the first time; lord knows what I’d be on if I had to go back.
For the most part, yeah. I was the second tallest kid in school so nobody really messed with me. There were a pair of dingalings that liked to annoy me though, sort of like non-violent versions of Scut Farkus and Grover Dill.
High school? Sure, why not? Other than the having to wake up at ungodly early times every morning (which I hear I’ll have to do again once I’m done with college! 
) there was really nothing wrong with it - the number of idiots I’m forced to deal with on a daily basis hasn’t exactly gone DOWN since HS, after all. It’s not like I actually had to pay attention in class or spend more than token time on homework, so it boils down to… having a lot of friends to hang out with close by all the time? Having organized sports of one form or another available all year long? Having a ton of free time every night to play computer games or watch sports or do whatever? Being surrounded by young and pretty sixteen year old girls every day (when I am age appropriate to make that not-gross)? I could probably deal with the daily alarm-clock battle for that.
Yes. Far superior to my experiences at university. It tends to be the other way around for most people.
My lasting friendships were created in high school, the people that I’ll be spending the next six months with and last 3 years with, will be remembered fondly. But they’ll be memories, I can’t see myself having a friendship with any of them after school is over and I move back home.
High school was the best. Great guys, great girls, good times.
High school ruled. I was just like What Exit?
Junior high, no fucking way. Well maybe. But I remember it as the worst time of my life. I probably shut out half of it which is why I say “maybe.”
I wouldn’t do Jr. High again for a million bucks. I fought nearly everyday. High School was better (9-12) I was, if not popular, generally accepted by just about everybody, and had a ton of fun.
High school was a pretty meh experience for me. Some good things, some bad things, but overall it was just doing my own thing until college. If I could go back knowing what I know now, what stress there was (mostly dating-related) would be gone, but the whole experience would probably still be really dull.
I realize some people had a great time, but whenever I hear someone describe high school as “the best years of your life,” I look back and think “man, that would be a pretty pathetic fucking life.” The best years of my life are now, and I’m seeing to it that they continue to be.
It started out really shitty, but after the first semester of 9th grade, I had a pretty good time. I liked my classes-especially art, my friends and I had fun, my teachers were pretty cool.
I don’t think they were the best years of my life, but they weren’t bad. The only thing I’d want to do over would be art, though. That was a blast. I miss throwing pots and painting shitty depictions of various Arthurian legends.
Generally speaking, yes.
I would also convince my parents to invest heavily in Apple Computers and Microsoft Products.
*“You’re not even old enough to know how bad life gets,” he tells her. “Obviously, doctor,” she replies, “you’ve never been a 13-year-old girl.” * - from The Virgin Suicides.
No fucking way.
If I could do it knowing what I know now, sure. Otherwise no. Never.
Grades 7-10, no thanks. Grades 11-12, OK. Getting my driver’s license made all (well, much of) the difference.
Hey, what if we ALL got to go back, all at once? Thousands of Dopers, all aged 13. Then I’d do it in a heartbeat. As a bonus, the Pit wouldn’t have changed. 
Grades 9-11 were lonely times, through no one’s fault but my own. And sophomore year was especially hard for me academically. But I came out of my shell as a senior, and had the best year.
Would I like to relive any of it? No. You can’t go back — except for one evening every ten years in a hotel ballroom. 
I’m still in high school, and I’m enjoying it. This year (senior) in particular just seems to be going well in pretty much every way. I know there will be things I won’t miss, and there will definitely be things I’ll miss terribly. But overall, I do enjoy it, yes.
While I would like to relive parts of my youth outside of school, school itself sucked majorly, especially junior high and double especially during the seventh grade. That year was pure hell for me and I’d like to forget about that horrible year. Most of my classmates were grade-A assholes, especially the jocks because our respective interests in sports versus computers and other geeky/nerdy things were mutually exclusive and their athletic prowess trumped my cognitive abilities on the popularity scale. I was a favorite target of derision, ridicule torment and embarrassment in gym class. I had a terrible case of acne, my hair, my glasses and my clothes were all just plain wrong on so many levels, so my appearance was nothing to bolster my already low self-esteem. While most of my classes were okay, there were some subjects and their teachers that I just immensely hated and thus got poor grades in. The vice principal was a major prick, too, but then, it seems that this would be a requirement for the job.
I’m all for the power drill, if it came down to a choice between the two.
Sure, I’d go for it. High School was a breeze and the girls were cute.
The only thing I didn’t like was switching schools in mid-stream, from Atlanta to Tampa. Otherwise it was all good. My highschool was 8-12th grades, so 13 was already highschool plus some. Man was I horny back then, though, and all the stuff out there now I’d probably be dead by 21. Do wish I’d taken school a bit more seriously, so would prefer to go back with that if not all actual memories/experiences in tact.
Cecil Adams Senior High School, aka Straight Dope High. Where the students are brilliant, the sports teams suck, but the Doperbabes are the hottest. We’d have to come up with some very cool teachers, though. And the grading curve would be very, very tough. I’d hate to come up against us in the Academic Bowl challenge.
Dear Og no. Not in a million years. shudder.
Junior High: Hell no. Scholarship kid in an “elite” private school.
High School: No thanks. I was taller than everybody and it was well known that I studied karate, so my friends and I were left strictly alone by bullies, but mostly it was a giant waste of time.