The first verse of Paul Simon's "Kodachrome" sums up high school for me:
When I think back on all the crap I learned in high school,
It's a wonder I can think at all.
And though my lack of education hasn't hurt me none,
I can read the writing on the wall.
The thing I couldn't wait to get away from were people who wanted to stay in high school forever. Some jocks and cheerleaders couldn't bear to leave. So the jocks and cheerleaders became coaches (one even became a vice principal) so they could still meet at school every day, still live in the same neighborhood, and carry on like nothing in life has changed.
Me- I couldn't wait to spread my wings and get the heck outta there.
I only went to my 10th high school reunion, and saw all I needed to see.
I have a few good memories from those days, have a few friends I still keep in touch with, but no broken dreams, no shattered hopes, no crisis I couldn't get over, no battle scars. But it's a chapter in my life I closed long ago (I graduated 1986), and knew it was time to move on.
Do I miss it? Not really. Would I have done anything different? Probably not.