I remember high school as just a thing that happened, neither fondly nor as a living hell. I did my four years and moved on. I’m happy with my life right now so I don’t need to “go back” and change a lot of stuff to radically alter my path but if a movie-plot contrivance sent me back in time, I wouldn’t dread it. I guess might take some more risks knowing that, in another thirty years, it wouldn’t matter anyway if something didn’t work, I suffered some embarrassment or she said “no thanks”.
One of the main benefits of getting older is that every day takes me farther away from my high school years.
I’m in the “hell no” camp.
Though having Times Square as part of my high school “campus” was kind of neat.
Better than Jr. High, but that’s not saying much. Socially very awkward, probably undiagnosed aspie in a town where different people were to be bullied. Way better when I graduated and moved to Boulder which was full of hippies who just let you be who you were.
I do not miss high school, not at all. I miss not having responsibilities, but damn, if I had to go back to high school I’m not sure what I’d do. I went to a tiny private school where I was branded with a scarlet letter my senior year in high school for having the gall to be friends with a boy besides my abusive then-boyfriend. Obviously that meant I was cheating on him.
I was also awkward enough I was that girl that other people were friends with but only in secret. I would be invited over to the popular girls’ houses one on one to hang, but when I talked to them in the halls in public, I was completely ignored. I wanted friends so badly I kept coming back for more, too. High school was miserable for many other reasons, but those were my highlights. I wouldn’t repeat it again for the world. Now, college, that was different. It was amazing to be able to go somewhere no one knew me and start over. I’d relive that in a heartbeat, along with those years after college (with the exception of developing a seizure disorder - that wasn’t cool at all and I wish it’d go away, but no such luck yet).
I don’t miss high school. It was okay. I was one of the smart kids, took AP/college prep courses, had a few good friends, hung out on the periphery of the drama club. I had some fun, but I didn’t do much that was particularly memorable. I really blossomed in college once I got away from my overprotective mom and out on my own, and I still look very fondly on my college days. But high school? Eh. No real problems beyond three obnoxious girls who kind of had it in for me because I was a nerd and not a typical girl…but that was minor. Everything else was fine but nothing to seriously reminisce about.
The best part was probably the music.