There were several hundred people in my graduating class. Something like seven of them had perfect GPAs and were tied for #1. I wasn’t one of them and I have no clue what my rank was.
I did graduate with Honors. I would have graduated with High Honors but there was a clerical error that I didn’t bother to correct because, seriously, who gives a fuck?
I know I was near the top but it wasn’t anything I cared about. I just knew I’d get my ass kicked if I brought home bad grades.
No desire to be on top, when you’re on top everybody wants to knock you down, easier to stay anonymous.
I could have graduated my junior year, so I had only one class my senior year (Spanish) and got straight As.
#1 (tie). In my high school career (1992-1996), our school used unweighted grades, so both I and another girl finished with 4.0. Had our grades been weighted, she would have edged me out because she had one more honors class (over the course of 4 years) than I did.
Dead center. Considering the fact that I almost never opened a book in the entire four years, I consider that to be somewhat miraculous. It wasn’t that they just passed me along, it’s that the material was too easy and boring to interest me. Wasted time on my part, as I never developed good study habits and it carried over into college,where you can’t always get away with not opening the books. Although I did manage to ace two of my psych classes without attending any classes after the first two weeks.
No freakin clue. It was more than 25 years ago. Other than a couple of old friends nothing from high school meant anything 3 months after it was over.
high school?..really?
Valedictorian. But then, I was home schooled so I was also dead last. At least class reunions are easy to arrange.
In our school, we voted for our valedictorian, and then that person gave a speech at graduation. It had nothing to do with grades, as far as I know. We didn’t have a salutatorian.
We weren’t ranked, and I don’t recall there being a valedictorian or suchlike.
They were just happy if we stayed out of jail and managed to graduate.
I was lucky number 13.
Salutatorian. At the time, my school weighted GPAs for college classes taught at the school, but not for college classes taught at the actual university. So, by going there to take a college-level chemistry class not taught at my school, my GPA went slightly below that of the girl who took all the college classes the highschool offered.
It was okay, though, since the speech I wanted to give made more sense at the end of the ceremony than at the beginning.
Ranked 8th.
Our school didn’t announce rank, and instead of having Salutatorian/Valedictorian we instead had two academic merit awards – one elected by the faculty, one nominated by the senior student body and elected by the faculty (both awards were different somehow, two, but I can’t recall how).
On the day after graduation, the underclassmen still had one more day of school. So, of course, my friends and I - after staying up all night partying - decided to go check our class standings which were posted that day.
It’s amazing I remember it, considering how drunk I was, but the iconic nature of my placement stuck with me. I recall clearly shouting to my friends in the hallway, as the guidance counselors were ushering us out of the building, “I’m fucking number one!”
That’s right, I was first … on the second page of listings. Of the bottom of half of morons graduated from my podunk high-school, I was the least moronic of them.
Fear me.
It was over thirty years ago; I don’t remember. I don’t remember who the valedictorian etc. were either, other than that none of them were me. I did exactly enough to keep my dad and my teachers off my back in junior and senior high school and not a particle more. If I didn’t care about grades and rankings back then, why would I now?
There were about 700 kids in my graduating class. When they announced the valedictorian, I had, to my knowledge, never seen him before. As for class standings, I have no idea where I was, and haven’t thought about it once in the last 35 years. Until this post.
Dead last…in a school that only accepted students with an IQ of 340 who got 2500 on their SATs.
…and who could read at age two?
No idea. I got As and Bs so I was probably above 50%, but I can’t remember and I don’t remember caring.
I was second in my HS.
I went to HS with Cecil Adams though.