Highschool cliche

Figured this would be interesting to see who everyone was back in highschool. Of all the highschool cliche's which were you apart of?

I was after the "ass, gas or grass.... nobody rides for free", but young enough to know/remember it.
I was the end of the 4 track era, but remember the 8 track era well.
I jumped into a thread here a while ago, "How many over 50", and got some interesting replies, brought back memories of stories about 'reverb', 'quadrophonic', and 45 rpm record players in cars LOL
That's back when kids knew what vinyl was

teen in the 90's, we called ourselves freaks, we were kinda grungie kinda emo, just kinda weird kids.

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I was in to heavy metal, getting high, blowing shit up with home made explosives, and playing guitar.

I was one of the first "heads" at my school. Long hair too. Got kicked 3 times because it touched the collar of my tshirts. Never was any frigging hippy though. Just a pot smokin' kid with a 650 Triumph TT racer I put lights on and tore around town on. Even drove it to Juarez numerous times. Had to sit on it the whole time even parked to keep it. They had a drive in bar - the K2 - and Modelo or Carte Blanca beer was $.10 and they didn't care if you were just 15. You had wheels, money and were a pinche gringo. Graduated high school in August 68 (had to graduate in summer school cuz I was stupid and played dumb) and joined the Marines to get away from Texas.

Not any grammar Nazi but it's spelled "clique".

hotrodharley said:

Not any grammar Nazi but it's spelled "clique".

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I figured I spelled that wrong. lol

I was a stoner/loner. I had friends but i was always a loner type. I was kinda a jock cause I wrestled for a few years.

When I was in high school (1964-196 the "heads" were pretty much a small group. I played bass (still do) and was in a pretty good band. We got $250 a night once in a while and $150 nearly any night we wanted to play so I had money. Bought kilos in Juarez for $25 but had to pay this old couple another $25 to get it over the border. Mexican brickweed - the stuff from southern Mexico is eye crossing. The shit from the north is just that - shit. Even the stuff grown in Durango.

Used to buy peyote too. A beer case box full for $5 from the Tarahumara Indians that sold it in el mercado in Juarez. The customs guys never said anything about that stuff back then. They just looked at us funny when we showed them what we were bring back. Try that now. Go home and take needle nose pliers to pull the "furry stuff" that is strychnine off. Eat the buttons and vomit. Promise. An old weird hippy like guy told us to dry it and blend it up and do an enema with it. He offered to demonstrate but we said "No" and gave him a couple buttons to do his thing. But after we left I kept thinking on what that old geezer told us and long story short I did like he said. No vomiting. Still that metallic taste in your mouth (from residual strychnine) but . . . .. If you do likewise use less water than I did. Don't fill it halfway with water. A lot to hold as along as you can and then flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

I've had Orange Sunshine, chocolate mescaline (real in huge horse caps) and Owlsley genuine and nothing is better than peyote to explore the universe. Shrooms come close though for smile making.

i tired hard to be invisible in HS. im cut from a very different cloth and most people especially the populars and the clicky kids jus flat out pissed me off. i never felt out of the loop or not cool even though i was what most would call an ROTC and band geek. i never attended any parties r functions and girls, i wont even go there. BUT... being that by freshman year (1996) i was already a seasoned smoker, it was really hard to feel left out of the "hs" experience when at least four times a day i was on campus gettin blasted with the best tree solano county ca had to offer at the time. we called it "bomb" back then. for my area it was the start of the indoor era. i started smoking in the 8th grade when bammer was the shit! but anyways yea, i had my fam i had my friends at home and i had Mary Jane. i guess the gist of my story is, I WAS LIKE FUCK HIGH SCHOOL! but i would also like to add a thought. i was never a "school learner" i can honestly say i hated every day i spent in school from pre up to hs graduation. i was never good with grades and i couldnt pay attention to save my ass. but for some reason that all changed in the 8th grade when i started smoking. and i mean smooooking! im babbling now. point is before weed, i was a horrible student. after weed, i never had a year with less than a B and graduated with a 3.98. they say she kills your brain cells, well i have report cards to prove otherwise.

When I went there were heads, jocks and those that fell in between

Crazy... I was in HS from 81-85. I was a jock and a stoner. I went to school in Oregon so we had like a shitload of people who got hammered on a daily basis and still kept up a 3.5 gpa. Had a lot of fun, smoked a lot of primo bud back then. Always had love for the grow though. Tried it in hs with a light bulb lol. Went into the military and during my down time studied up on botany because I always knew this is what I wanted to do with my life.

good stuff guys. lets keep this going for a bit longer, who else has to add?