I guess I was just a weird teen lol cause I just never really cared. Even now as an adult, I still don’t really care.
I was not despised, but I was not popular. Most kids in my class didn't really know me. Due to family crap, HS was endured.
I never cared about being popular, but I was weirdly popular. I was well known by my class, teachers and younger/older students.
Apparently I developed a reputation of being weird, kind and that kid who literally rides his bicycle to school every day.
I think my “polularity” began when I started standing up to bullys at school my freshman year. Having been bullied in middle school, over time I lost patience with people abusing others, so I would confont them.
Over the years a developed a large group of “outcast” friends. Anybody was welcome to our table, they just had to accept the weirdos sitting there.
A “small” group of my friends during my senior year. They range from freshmen to a guy who was two classes ahead of me. Three years later and I’m still in contact with most of them.
Damn, that means the freshman is a senior now.
I was outcast by the outcasts. There were only two other students who even tried to be civil to me, let alone friendly. I was just that withdrawn and awkward and unattractive.
I didn’t care then. 20 years later, I still don’t. I prefer to have my small group of close friends rather than having to be fake to impress the masses. Not that I’m unfriendly or antisocial, I just don’t play to the crowd.
Yes, through h.s. and into 20's, a seeker of peer approval. Into mid-late 30's, finally became comfortable with who I am. Thenceforth, have never much cared about popular opinions of self.
Not at all. We didn’t have a “high school” but we had “secondary school” grades 8-12. For all those years I attended mostly honours classes so the students in my classes were always the same kids. We all knew each other. We were all math, science, and literature geeks. Competition for top scores was more important than popularity.
My school was the school other schools bow to in my city. In PR you do 3 years of High School after 3 years of Jr High... I attended 3 different schools in those 3 years. I was... I was a supplier so... I was a connection. I hang out in my school while attending a different school so I was who I was... I did a lot of transfering. As a transfer, again... I had the largest afro in the school as a senior... Period! That was important to me... Ignorant, stupid, silly me. I broke the school uniform code every day. I reckon I made that secret list of those that will graduate despite their bad deeds. And I had good grades. I had my spot under the tree... I had friends in all circles and cliches... I am sure I had a Hate cliche... I didn't cared... But I realized once it was Over... it was Over. I can't say I didn't cared... but I had it while I had it during my Senior year. You don't buy it, you are not born into it... you grow into it if you had it... not important... Not Needed. Bound to be Over... That's the key. To learn to move on.
Never thought about it too much. I wasn’t popular but not a geek either. I was athletic and was also in advanced studies so I was somewhere in the middle and had friends in both groups.
I had my little circle of friends, and that's all I needed.
Me too.
Hell yes, it mattered because my ego wasn't healthy. Back then I cared a lot more than is healthy. I hid who I was and did things I didn't want to do. That comes off creepy but I'm talking about hiding the fact that I liked classical music more than rock. I went to concerts I didn't want to go to that sort of thing. Now, who cares. If you don't like me move on.
Never gave a damn then and still don't now. Realized even back then that what mattered was the quality of friendships and having at least enough of them to give me the support and companionship that was lacking in my family. As an adult, it seems like what I really need is about a half dozen good friends offline and local to meet my needs and cope with life's knocks, not hundreds of FB friends or followers.
Nope, because I wasn't, and I was okay with that. As long as Evelyn Robson wasn't trying to beat my ass, or embarrass me in front of others, I was fine with
being anonymous to most. She was definitely one of those "mean girls", and a real bully. I was so glad when high school was over.