Eccentric / Loner / Geek / Theater Technician.
I was a troll. Seriously, that was what we called ourselves, and it didn’t have anything to do with internet pranks. I think it had more to do with brightly colored hair than anything else. We wore ratty jeans from the Salvation Army, flannel shirts and Doc Martens. We dyed our hair (well, I didn’t, but I had the longest hair of anyone in school, so mine was pretty noticeable anyway) bright colors and did odd performance art-type things to amuse ourselves. Most of us were in band or choir or drama (I was in band). We went to the local under 21 clubs for ska concerts. For no particular reason, I didn’t have many friends in my own class - they were all younger or older than me - so except in band I rarely had people in my “group” in my classes, but that wasn’t really an issue.
We were pretty easy-going. High school was okay. My own school was fairly laid back - people weren’t really cliqueish, I didn’t see the extreme cruelty that’s so cliche (junior high is another story), and fistfights were an extreme rarity.
Ugly nerd girl.
Everyone knew me (or almost everyone knew me), but there’s a huge difference between that and being popular. (Which I most definitely was not and was reminded of constantly. I was on the drill team with 33 evil girls (most of whom were popular) who made it clear that while they were willing to tolerate my presence, it was only just barely, and they really would appreciate my disappearance off the face of the earth.)
I had the reputation of being very smart, which was something at least. Didn’t date - the few guys who actually saw me as a girl (as opposed to some kind of neuter thing) saw me as a extraordinarily unattractive version of one.
So, ugly nerd girl. (Amazing how far that went into shaping my self image. Amazing how long it’s going to take until I get over it, if that ever happens.)
I was just there. I wasn’t unpopular or popular. People knew me, but our class was pretty big so it was usually just restricted to people I shared classes with. I was surprised a lot by people who knew my name even though I had never talked to them and I didn’t know their’s. But of course, conversation never developed beyond “What was last night’s homework assignment?” and so on. I was a loner anyway, and basically spent all of high school waiting for it to end. Looking back, though, I did have a few aquaintances that could’ve developed into better friendships if I wasn’t so antisocial. Oh well.
In the bad Carrie remake that was my school experience, I played the role of Carrie. I loved college–and like Siege was surprised as all get out that people in the real world do not (most of the time) act like a pack of feral dogs and simply attack with no provocation.* Now I am well liked, and basically well adjusted. My ten year reunion is coming up in about three years. Somehow, I don’t feel the need to attend.
this post recognizes that there may be many fine packs of wild dogs that would never attack another soul and do lots of charity work in their spare time. This post is not meant to, in any way, shape, or form imply otherwise. Some of my best friends are canines
Wow, lots of fairly bad stories (and memories it seems) here.
We also didn’t have clicks in the new-age sense. My core group of friends were all regarded as nerds with me being generally on the bottom of the scores (for the nerds).
I hung out with plenty of women but never made any moves so I’m sure some guys viewed me as possibly homosexual but I was never bothered (my lady friends would speak up for me if someone spoke behind my back). They also made it a priority to point me out as the guy to ask if it was ok for someone to date them (inside joke).
I generally hung out with 3 groups, my nerdy friends, my lady friends (mixed with a few nerds) and my home friends (generally didn’t mix at school but best friend’s outside of school). My sister’s friends (she was 1 grade under me) knew me from her, so although I wasn’t “popular” I wasn’t unknown either.
Ever notice how almost EVERYONE thinks they were the outsider? Wanna bet a lot of the kids you remember hating thought the same thing?
I seemed to get along okay in high school. I didn’t date until university, but high school was alright. Like others, I seemed to get along okay with all the crowds, except the all-Portuguese wrestling team, who did not associate with anyone else at all.
I was seen as the Outcast/Loner/Loser/Psycho. High school, junior high, elementary, all phases. I was the kid who had to walk home from school taking the long way to avoid being beaten up. Once I had to hide in the nearby public library and call my mother to come pick me up because I’d been followed by a rather violent group of girls who I knew were just waiting for me to come out. One friend in school on and off. She was a loner, and our “on and off” friendship would go into an “off” phase because she got sick and tired of being harassed by the other kids for being my friend.
By the time I finished high school, I held such contempt for the place and the people in it that I refused to (1) be in the yearbook or (2) attend the graduation ceremony. I walked alone to school the day after graduation and picked up my diploma from the office. If there have been reunions (and since I graduated HS in 1979 there probably have been), no one has tried to find me or contact me about them – which is fine because I wouldn’t go anyway.
You can count me, although I don’t have/don’t plan to have any children, a screaming advocate of home-schooling. I would rather die than send any kid I might’ve had to public schools!
Who me, bitter? 
Like Johnny Bravo, I was pretty much an oddball. I certainly wasn’t friendless, and my friends ran the gamut from tough kids to theater kids to other oddballs to kids who climb on rocks; tough kids, sissy kids–even kids with chicken pox.
But I was definitely seen as bizarre; probably because I was. It wasn’t till my last year of high school that I learned to start using my bizareness to my advantage and began getting some grudging respect for it.
I’m still in High School (well, secondary school)
We did something in a PSE class the other day - everyone had a piece of paper that was passed around the class, and everyone had to write one nice thing about that person on it.
Out of 29 people, 21 wrote something along the lines of ‘individual…doesn’t care what other people think’ etc etc.
I’m the same as 7 up yours, I have friends I meet up with at lunch, and sit in the same spot. I get bullied at school, but not as much as i used to. I’ve had the same thing as Yersinia, where I used to get followed home and stuff. I don’t know what my status is, probablly outcast or loner or one of them.
I got along with pretty much everyone in high school (finished a couple of years ago). In fact, we all got along with each other, such is the main characteristic of international schools here. But if I have to classify a group, then it would’ve been the “jocks” - though I was the least sporty of them all.
During my first couple of years, I got teased and harrassed because I was nerdy and awkward, but eventually people laid off of me when they realized how harmless and nice I was. Plus, by my junior and sophomore years I had adopted the art of self-deprecating humor…which is really a good defense mechanism. I guessed it worked because I was voted Most Humorous by my senior class.
I was kinda of a loner-by-choice, though. My social circles were honors/AP kids and orchestra. I also had a few teachers who I considered confidants. But a lot of times it felt like I didn’t have any friends. The funny thing is that this fact didn’t really bother me much.
I was probably a lot more popular than I thought I was. I was a stoner, but also editor of the high school paper. I was considered to be smart, but my GPA was around 2.5 because I only got A’s in classes I liked, the rest I just did enough to get a D.
One nice thing about a smaller school (graduating class of 130) is that you can float between groups because every group has someone you grew up with. I hung out with the cheerleaders, the criminals, the jocks, the jetsetters (though mostly with the stoners). I had a lot of fun in high school and probably could have done more dating if I’d realized that people/women really did like me. It took until my mid-twenties to find some self-esteem.
Whistlepig
As a Breakfast Club member, I’d have been Bender.
I was a nerd.
I took AP classes, and was with a group of kids who, every nine weeks, would storm the guidance office to check our class ranking.
Getting a B on a test would send us into hysterics.
We pulled all night study parties…with the emphasis on “study.”
Yes, you may laugh, but I got enough credits in high school that I started college with all my math and science and half my English out of the way. I graduated magna cum laude from college, and I was 13 out of 600+ in high school.
So…
Be nice to nerds.
You will end up working for us one day. 
During my years in high school (1991-1995), I was pretty much the token Goth/Industrial kid. I say token because I was literally the only one. And I count this within a 30 mile radius.
Everybody thought I was really weird at first, but really, once they got to know me I got along well with almost everyone. I wasn’t popular by any stretch of the imagination, but I had close friends with whom I would hang out on a regular basis. In pretty much every class, I would have someone I sat near that I was friends with and would socialize before and after class.
So yeah, I looked miserable and thought I was miserable, but it could have been a LOT worse.
I had lots of friends, mostly band kids like myself, but the cutest girls tended to be in the band/drill team/music department, for some reason, so that was fine with me. We were all pretty serious about music, studying and trying to play jazz, medieval music, and arranging things for various small ensembles. Oh, and I did a lot of drama (which also included Babes).
The jock types mostly ignored me, although I had a few buddies among them. Oddly, my main squeeze was the head football cheerleader. I went out with a number of other girls, too. So my self-esteem was fine.
We didn’t have a societal subset of stoners in those days (1974-78), because we were ALL stoners back then.
In elementary school I was made fun of pretty severely; looking back now I can see why, though I wouldn’t ever excuse it. Most of the time I had only one friend and he didn’t even go to that school. I s’pose I was just kinda … weird. One time, for show and tell in second grade, I got up in front of the class and told them all that when characters in books got embarrassed, I felt embarrassed, too.
I gained a friend or two by the end of elementary school, but I lost them by high school. When I started in the Fall of 1995 I had no friends at all - I didn’t hang out with anybody, and I didn’t know how to deal with other people socially. The heck of it was that I was pretty well-known by a little of people because they remembered making fun of me in earlier grades, but most of them were nice by that point.
Was I in a clique? Naw. I remember the losers huddled around in their little groups, but I wanted no part of it. I probably got along best with the preppy chicks in my French class. If anybody deserves the title outsider, I probably do. I dropped out at the end of '97 and finished off my diploma at an adult self-study school.
I was an “arty nerd.” I had a good amount of friends. Nerdy friends, and druggie friends. As long as they were friendly, I was friendly back. I don’t really remember high school all that well, though, because I wanted to get out of there so bad. I’ve never remembered high school very well. I kind of blotted it out as soon as I left.
But I remember that I had friends. Nice friends. A few that I kept in touch with for years after. So while I hated high school, it wasn’t so bad from the friends perspective.
I had a clique in junior high, and it disintegrated in the first semester of our freshman year. There was a group of people I gravitated towards, for purposes of eating lunch and not ending up sitting next to someone embarassing in classes, but I was definitely not a part of any group… except maybe the orchestra, which was small and weather-beaten in the face of the class A state champs band. I was voted Most Valuable Senior, in orchestra. I’ve lost touch with everyone from high school now, five-and-change years after graduation.
Hmm. Maybe in your school . . .