I did nothing in highschool except get wasted with my friends and play cards in the cafeteria pretending we had spare blocks when in reality we just skipped every single class. Eventually we would check into homeroom for attendence then just walk out the door to go skateboard or drink tall cans of pure swill on the beach. We gave the school voicemail lines and had my older sister leave the message pretending to be my mother, so if they ever called wondering why I was never in class I just deleted the msg and nobody followed up.

Somehow we kept passing with low Cs for showing up for the odd test and the finals. It was almost an automatic pass I guess our teachers just wanted to get rid of us to the next grade and never see us again. My English Lit 10 final was just to write an essay on anything, so I did and got a P. Good enough.

I eventually dropped out in Grade 11, did the GED test, and 2yrs later after I was off probation for some hacking charge only had to do a semester of precalc at community college before being admitted into university, and eventually a compsci major. Piece of cake, this highschool is.

The author of this nymag post seems traumatized by it. I treated highschool as the joke that it was, had epic good times and as a result have no problems talking to a room full of strangers. I can't even remember being stressed one day in highschool all the fights and problems I ran into were outside in the streets school was just party time all the time.