I wasn’t popular, but I’m not aware of having been disliked by any particular group of people. At my high school, there were just different groups of friends. Each group seemed about the same size really, so it would be hard to say which was ‘the popular group’.
My father was the Deputy Principal in charge of discipline - that’s a No from me…
I was pretty popular. I was on the football, rugby, cricket and athletic teams, which helped. I knew nearly other lad in my year, and they knew me.
I was shy, sickly, and withdrawn and just plain different. I was heavily bullied. Being taller than most didn’t help either because teachers saw me as the aggressor.
Yeah I was popular. I went to a private school (which in St. Louis is common), but was also friends with many people who went to public schools . I ran around in many circles, playing 3 sports, science clubs, and still finding the time to hangout with the partying stoners.
I was definitely not what I would consider popular, but I like to think that I had friends among most of the groups in the school. I was in and out of honors classes, so I had my share of friends there. I ran track and golfed, and had several jock friends. Also spent plenty of time with the burnouts and the shop students.
Come to think of it, probably the only people I WASN’T popular with were the “populars”! 
Oh yeah - my class had something like 1100 kids, so there was some inherent degree of anonymity.
I wasn’t prom king, but I wasn’t a pariah.
I was semi-jockish (Soccer (captain), skiing) so I had that going for me.
I was well-known, being involved in theater, but not particularly well-liked.
Me too. I hung out with a tiny group of outcasts. We were the lowest humans on the totem pole at that place.
I can’t answer the poll with only two choices. I was another “under the radar” kind of guy. I got along okay with my peers in general, so no one picked on me, but the popular kids probably don’t even remember that I ever existed. I was neither loved nor vilified, just “meh”.
Same here: just replace guy with gal. I wasn’t shy in the slightest: did a heck of a lot with the drama club, speech/debate and the newspaper: I just had very few friends.
You had a group?
Proud member of The Nameless Rabble.
My senior superlative was “Biggest flirt.”
More-or-less. With the exception of a few hammerheads, I was on good terms with my classmates. I didn’t do parties and such, but that was a factor of having a very strict father rather than being excluded from them by my peers.
I was another theater person who had her own group of friends, but was mainly a loner due to also being a fundamentalist Christian (at the time) and spending all my spare time on a hobby (softball) not school related.
I voted No. While people might remember me because I was high profile in the music program, I didn’t really hang with the ‘most likely to succeed’ types.
I’d fall in the same category – well-known, but not “popular”. I was definitely nerdy, with a small circle of friends. I have an unusual first name, and that along with a fairly high profile in many classes made me known by a lot more people than I knew. If I was occasionally picked on over the years, there were others much further down the food chain, and there were a number of kids in the bully/burnout/thug “community” who I think vouched for me as a funny and okay guy.
I think major non-school related activities play a big role in in-school popularity too. I was dedicated to outdoorsy sports for which there were no real school teams or anything, so if you’re spending tons of time training like crazy, you don’t hang out with your classmates much. I got along pretty well with almost everyone and hung out with a group of guys who were all similarly under-the-radar guys, but our group was too indistinct to merit our own identity, so no Nerds, Jocks, Geek kind of designation for us. We were like no-name Wonderbread.
I was the opposite of popular. As a matter of fact, it wasn’t until my senior year (when I beefed up considerably) that getting my ass kicked on a daily basis stopped being a concern.
Even then, I still didn’t fit in. My high school was a mix of two social classes: rich white kids from the lake/other expensive subdivisions, and black kids from the ghetto. I, however, was a white kid from the ghetto. So I fit in with neither the lake kids nor the ghetto kids.