Middle school? No. Maybe I’d relive the 8th grade for a few days and an hour or two in the 7th grade. But the sixth grade was and shall always be the very WORST year of my existence. If there is a hell, it is the sixth grade!
I’d consider doing high school again, though. I wasn’t popular, but I wasn’t tortured the way I was in middle school. I had some friends, made good grades, had props for my creative talents and winsome personality. I also wasn’t that bad looking, especially when one considers the travesty that was me back in middle school. There were also lots of straight-out HILARIOUS moments I’d like to re-experience. I’d do 11th grade over in a heartbeat, just for that reason.
If I could change some things, I’d have more fun. I was a goody-two shoes who could have gotten away with a LOT more mischief.
I had a relatively good time in high school. I had some good friends, was into some fun activities, and even enjoyed most of my classes. There was nothing traumatic about my high school experience.
But I wouldn’t go back. I had a much better time in my 20’s and have had an even better time in my 30’s (still awaiting the 40’s–no idea how that will go). High school, even if fun, was just too insecure a time. Good lord, I would worry myself silly over the most insignificant things! Plus, I really like my independence.
Even if I could keep my present knowlege, I wouldn’t go back. After knowing how much fun living on my own and making my own decisions is, do you think I’d want to go back to being under my parents’ thumb? No sex? Curfews? Not for me.
Now, if only you could find a way for me to stay where I am now and get my high school aged body back…
High school and junior high were several years of sucky suckitude, punctuated by suckiness and just general sucking. I would consider going back if I would retain my current experience and memories. Just reliving it with a clean slate? Lead me to the drill press.
College and post-college were loads of fun. But high school? (shudder)
No way anything could make me even think about taking grade 8 again.
I could go either way for grade 9. I had a bit of a friend shuffle in that year so I could do without reliving that drama, but really it wasn’t as bad as grade 8.
I might take grade 10 again
Senior High was 11-12
I would probably take both of those. I was not super popular but I had some great friends, good times, and I had sloughed off any bad influence by then.
No restraints on anybody. At all. Whatsoever. Lunatics and jerks and cretins and slimeballs running absolutely wild with no restraint. At all. Only the most token enforcement of any kind of rules.
Worthless trumped-up pig of a principal who went on one self-righteous kick after another while not having the slightest clue about what was actually going on. Counselors that seemed to have been pulled off the street. Teachers ranging from brain-dead to not paid enough to care.
A father forever mired in 1950 who never even tried to grasp how utterly despicable today’s kids were (He actually used the word “rascals”, believe it or not.) and had all the compassion and understanding of a rabid baboon, and a mother with two settings, “preachy” and “outraged”.
Oh yeah, this was a Catholic institution, meaning blanket top-down denial and the most ham-fisted rationalizations I’ve heard in my life. (On more than one occasion, I was told that despite the constant ostracization, teasing, alienation, and assaults on myself and my property, I had it great because I was not beaten to a pulp every single day. I swear to Whatsisname that I heard this.)
All of the worst people I’ve ever known in my life were from my high school.
It gave me horrific recurring nightmares years after the fact, and only about a year ago have stopped.
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On the plus side, there was this incredibly nice girl who I had some great times with and…uh, left Hawaii after graduation. Dang.
Not even if you told me the boy I crushed out on in grade 11 was gay and had a thing for socially repressed fat closety nerds with glasses would I go back to high schoo.
Aside from puberty in general, it was okay. Thankfully I went to a really academically upscale high school where even the most popular kids were going off not only to Ivies but techie schools like MIT and CalTech. So being “smart” wasn’t punished the way some of my college and lawschool mates describe their american high school experiences.
Also I went to school in the grunge era where you could have a pink streak and doc martens and just look…like everyone else.
Not really. School was kind of boring most of the time, except for my AP classes. I had a few friends, but wasn’t popular. I was kind of socially backward and uninformed, partially due to bible-poisoned parents. I didn’t start to hit my stride until around the end of my junior year and that was when my mom got cancer. Come to think of it, high school did pretty much suck.
If I had some of the knowledge I have now when I went back, I’d have a lot better time in school. I would have kicked a few asses in the couple of fights I had instead of just getting out with my skin mostly intact. They’d deserve it since they started it, fucking bullies. I would’ve lost my virginity earlier and had more fun doing it. I would’ve gone out for more sports. Not to mention that I would’ve gone to a decent university and picked a more demanding major, so my post-high-school life would’ve been quite a bit different.
