I hated HS. I couldn't wait for graduation and to get the hell out of that town.
I was the tall, skinny goofy kid who stood out from the crowd for the wrong reasons. I had a few close friends, but that was about it. In my school, you were either a jock, or a cowboy or both. I was none of that, but I was having a hard time figuring out who I was, since there was nobody around to whom I could relate. Very awkward, and very obviously awkward.
It didn't help that my mom was a basketball coach, and it was expected that I would be good at it, or at least want to play. At 6'1", you would expect that, right? Nothing doing. I tried out for the team, and sucked so bad that the coach walked off the court, shaking his head. That was it for me. I started working after school to keep from getting bored and to have some spending and drinking money on the weekends, but other than that, it was a countdown until freedom.