What are the statutory rape implications of all this? Not that I ever liked high schools girls to begin with but this whole idea is going to make going to the prom really difficult as a 43 year old trapped in a teenager’s body. No thanks because that is just creepy as hell. OTOH, college would be a sweet deal especially if I could somehow bring money with me.
Write down the lyric to every song I could remember. Get some garage band to record them. In later years, sue Bruce Springsteen, Bob Dylan, Glen Frye, etc. Not taking too much from any of them.
Write anonymous letter to Woodward and Bernstein telling them to investigate Agnew’s activities as Governor of Maryland. Write anonymous letter to George McGovern telling him about Tom Eagleton’s mental health issues.
My plan if I went back to grade 9 would be to pursue Kate. At the beginning of grade 10 I found a letter she had written me at the end of the previous year, before she moved to California.
Well, I had no idea. She was this cute little blonde bombshell of a gal. Ah Kate…
I don’t think I could convince my parents about time travel, but I could easily convince them that I was psychic (they half-suspected that anyway, when I was little) and get them to take my financial advice. School would be a mixed bag. English and science would be fine, but I’d crash and burn in calculus and Spanish for awhile. The lack of modern technology would put me in a 17 year long bad mood. Probably choose a different college major, or maybe even a different college, just for the change of pace.
I’ll just note that I’m 34 years removed from high school, and I still remember my locker combination (7R, 37L, 25R). So, at least, I’d have that covered. 
Oh in that case first I pet my dog, probably treat him to some of my fancy human food.
Then phone a couple of relatives who’ve died in the last 20 years (if it seems cold that I pet the dog first, well, he’s right there. Also I don’t have any close relatives who’ve died in this time).
Longer term I’d do what I could to help the world avoid major disasters like 9/11, and help accelerate scientific and technological progress. It’s kind of a bummer that I couldn’t just focus on doing my own life right the second time round, but given the terms of the OP, I think I should focus on making the world better.
What’s the point of repeating High School? It was a fairly boring waste of time the first time around, what’s the purpose of doing it again?
I suppose if I wanted to start over with a new career I could go to college again, and do something different, and for that I’d need a high school diploma.
So if I’m stuck in a 16 year old body, with a 50 year old soul, do I have a 16 year old brain or a 50 year old brain? Because it’s a lot harder to learn new stuff now. Old dogs, you know? And my current brain would shrivel without the goddam internet to keep it fed. I remember I used to read…books.
There’s no way I could relate to the high school kids I used to be friends with back then. So the whole idea of slipping back into my old life as a 16 year old kid is literally repulsive. So I guess my first order of business is to get a job. Something with computers? Yeah, baby. Except nope, the whole infrastructure is different. The stuff I know how to do in 2017 has almost no relation to computers in 1982.
And the problem of cashing in on future events is, you have to have capital. I can buy a few shares of Microsoft, but that’s not going to turn into millions of dollars. I guess knocking on Bill Gates’s door and asking for a job might work, except what exactly am I supposed to do for them? Maybe I could be the janitor who ended up a millionaire with the early stock options.
And how am I supposed to get used to the idea that I’ll never meet my wife, and my kids will never exist? What, I’m supposed to hitchhike to New Jersey and find where she lives, and knock on the door and introduce myself to her 16 year old self? I’m 50 years old, I don’t want a 16 year old girlfriend, even if she’s my soulmate.
The point is, I hardly ever think about my high school years. I know some people have elaborate fantasies about what they’d do to that jerk Todd, or how they’d score with Jessica. What’s the point of all that? It’s taken me decades to create a comfortable life with a home, wife, children, stability, retirement savings, and now all that is taken away.
There’s a pretty good novel written about this. Replay by Ken Grimwood. One of my favorite books in this genre.
Oh, I dream of this all the time. If you send me back and give me another chance, I’m convinced that this time I’ll be able to get into Marianne’s panties.
(One day Marianne shot me in her panties! How I got in her panties, she’ll never know.)
I have no idea what my locker number or combination was, but I could probably put together my class schedule for any year I was there. I might even be able to remember about where the classes were.
My math would suffer a bit, I could do parts of it, but not all of it. Science shouldn’t be too hard, probably about the same as the math, though I started to understand the high school physics better after taking Calc in college. I’d still fail German so I’m good there. Might have a bit of a problem in current events, I’d know enough about the first Gulf War to make it interesting.
Band might be fun, I played all through college and beyond, but I haven’t touched my trombone in 10+ years. However, I think I might be a much better swimmer today then I was in high school so that could be interesting.
Hmmmm, to start I wouldn’t remember my locker combo, or class schedule, or where I sat, or anyone’s name. So the school / learning thing would be a big problem. (Way too long ago.)
Back then I was smart and sharp and quick. I feel I am none of those things now, so people would probably think I had a stroke or was on drugs and react in some negative way.
I was mouthy then, I have learned to temper myself so I would be noticeably quieter and more reserved - people would be constantly asking, “is something wrong?”
I was cynical then because I was a know-it-all, but the current me has lived my life so I would be really REALLY cynical.
I would like to think I would have different skills with the opposite sex. But it is also possible that they would still see the high school me and I wouldn’t be any more successful. That would really suck!
As for the butterfly effect and the future - really, seriously, fuck the future, it’s the future, it will take care of itself.
Soooooo, no thanks, I’ll pass on the time travel thing.
I’m not sure if I should focus on getting rich, or on trying to get through to young Septie that he needs to develop some ambition and social skills.
As for predicting horse races or stock prices, I’d worry about butterfly flaps. Sally sneezes in History class; Stevie kisses Mary instead; dramatic changes could mount up rapidly.
Funny: I used to have nightmares about forgetting my high school locker combo even though IIRC, we didn’t even have lockers. :smack:
For you all that still remember your combination, do you remember your locker number? I can’t even be sure I could find it. It was down by the end…somewhere. Sherri S. had her locker right next to mine, so I’ll follow her.
Depends what time frame I am dumped into my younger self - I used to have a notebook with tons of locker combinations. Maybe I’d have it with me. Maybe I even put mine in there.
But I, too am a fan of Replay. I’d probably try different things. Maybe try playing basketball. Or band. Study something different in college. Redoing my college degree would be worse than redoing HS. It was a lot of work, and I don’t know calculus any better now than I did then. Diff-Eq? GAH! Save me. I’d rather study medicine.
And of course, pursue my HS girlfriends better. I have a lot more self-confidence than I did then. Maybe if it really happened, I might be sleeved out to actually see them as teenagers again, but until it actually happens, that’s my plan.
#357. On the lower level of the school (it was a 3-story building), near the north doors.
Parenthetically, my high school was closed down in 1990, when, due to declining enrollments (Gen X was known as “The Baby Bust” back then), the Green Bay Catholic diocese closed all three Catholic high schools in the area (two all-boy, one all-girl), and reformed them as one co-ed school.
The building is still standing, and is now used as an office building by St. Norbert College. So, locker #357 is long gone. 
Most of the time I didn’t use my locker, because it was far away from my classes and I would have been late. I’d do even better in English and History, about the same in Science, and much better in Math because I had to reteach myself Algebra and Geometry recently to tutor someone else, and found I understood it this time. I’d major in something else in college, and most importantly, the moment I got there, I’d find the guy I’ve been married to for over 25 years and start dating him a lot sooner.
I graduated HS in 1980. I grew up in a tiny farm town in Oklahoma. My (public school) senior class graduated about 30 people. I wouldn’t have to worry about my locker combination because no one used them. People for the most part honest. My mother didn’t even know if a key existed to the doors on our house. For that matter she left the key to her car in the ignition 24x7. I know I’m in the minority here among you high school hating people; but I loved the way I grew up. I’m not sure I’d change too much except maybe study harder and try to do better in school. I’d still hang out with the same people.
I’d have to fake a head injury falling down some stairs or something to account for the memory lapses and change in personality. But moving forward from there, I’d save every penny I could beg, borrow, or steal and buy up every share of Cisco stock at the IPO I could afford and then cash out just before the dot com crash. Between the IPO in 1990 and the dot com bust in 2000 every $1000 in Cisco stock was worth over a million dollars. I don’t think I’d be doing anything differently career wise since I really enjoy what I’m doing although I’d avoid a couple of employers along the way.
Yeah, I’d go around and personally thank all my teachers for making me learn to write coherently.
Yeah that was a shame. I was glad to have gone to Premontre.
Grrrrrr!! 
Someone did a fundraiser last year, and they offered new sweatshirts and t-shirts with the logos of the old, defunct schools. So, I now have a brand-new Abbot Pennings Under Armour track jacket.