I rarely ever actively think of my high school days. Of course, most of my childhood sucked because, up until my early 20’s, I was a wimp and easily picked on.
About the only three things I enjoyed were:
Hanging out with my small group of friends (and by small, I mean 2 or 3)
If there was a mandatory assembly at the end of the day, I would hide in the bathroom, and, when the coast was clear, leave the school and go home early (I had no school spirit)
3)…I’m blanking out on it now, but I know there was a third thing I enjoyed. Oh well, I’ll think of it later.
As for rumors, I really don’t remember any. I guess the closest would be about a friend that I use to hang around with quiet frequently. A lot of people thought that we were brothers. Wasn’t damaging though.
My junior year of high school, the marching band, of which I was a part, went to Disneyland for a few days. This guy, D., who had graduated a year or two before and was working in sound for a well-known production company, had come along to take us or something. At the hotel, everyone was partying and going from room to room and he and I ended up talking for a long time. Eventually, we both fell asleep. In the same room.
Despite the fact that we slept in separate beds and by the time I went to bed I was so tired I didn’t even realize he was still there, eeeeveryone knew we had slept together. Oh, I was mortified. So, so, terribly embarrassed. The worst part was, that long conversation we’d had plus hanging out at the park the following day had convinced me that I wasn’t interested in him. But he liked me. So he would make excuses to come by the school and talk to me, which just exacerbated the rumors, embarrassed me, and I was totally unable to tell him to bugger off. (I was so pathetic, he called me off and on for years, too.)
Fortunately, the rumor never got much further than the band and we were all like a bunch of squabbling siblings anyway, so it didn’t affect me that badly. Just something to talk about til the next misbehavior.
When I was a freshman in high school my mom remarried and we moved to a town about 30 miles away. We lived there a year before moving back to our home town.
When I returned to my hometown high school the next year there was a lot of talk and gossip. I later found out that it was rumored that I had gotten pregnant and been sent to one of those unwed mothers girl’s homes until the birth of the baby.
The girls hated me but the boys were awfully friendly. I had never even had a serious relationship at this point.
I was very hurt by all the talk and the way I was treated. You know high school kids can be soooo mean. I eventually quit going to school because of it. It still makes me a little sad when I think of it. I think that’s why I believe there is no such thing as harmless gossip.