I used to think I hated it, but looking back now, I realize that it really wasn't that bad... I wasn't a popular girl or anything, but I had a decent sized set of friends (from my own high school and another H.S. across town). I was known for my "out there" punk style, and respected for my individuality. I had my own car (my mom's hand-me-down 1987 Chevette, LOL), a part-time job at a coffeeshop, and a good home life. Sure, I did some "rebellious" stuff (like smoking cigs, skipping class, and staying out past curfew) but for the most part, I was a good student without any behavior problems...
Senior year was probably the best for me. I took 3 college courses, was President of the Art Club and Editor-in-Chief of the school newspaper, studied abroad in Mexico, and got a scholarship to a private liberal arts college. I must have been doing something right, I guess!