Originally posted by Vivien
This changed when I discovered how fun being bad was.
LOL

That's good to hear
Me, I was both a very bad and a very good girl in highschool age. I was the top student in the school, straight A:s, I skipped a class in the middle of the term, and both my fellow students and the teachers considered me a genious. Like Frogus describes (I am getting more and more convinced he must be my secret son) I was both smart and different, which for some strange reason led to popularity and respect. In school, I used to hang around with the pretties and smartest girls. They were not my close friends though, all my real friends where elsewhere and much older than I.
I had a vast circle of friends and aquintances from many different groups. Goth and rock band people, some of which later became fairly famous. My then best girl friend became more or less a groupie, that's when I left this circle for good. I also had a circle of very arty and intellectual (yes, very pretentious) friends, people I sat up all night and discussed art, philosophy and literature with. Everything was very glamourous, the guys often dressed in white shirts and 40's style Italian suits, sometimes with Oscar Wilde-style scarves instead of tie. The girls (me included) often had flashy dresses in silk or velvet, stiletto heels and lots of eye make up. I often wore long, tight dresses and skirts (that's why some of my friends called me "Morticia" after the lady in the Adams family) or 40' or 60' style suits with tight jacket and skirts. Mixing second hand clothes, clothes you made yourself or had some skillful friend make for you, and the sole French or Italian designer item like a handbag or the shoes, was very popular. Another circle of friends were the more trashy, punk or hippie style people who were very political and socially conscious. Yet another group were the trendy media wannabes, people who wanted to become celebrities, designers, etc - some of them succeded in this.
I didn't belong to any group, but in periods I looked more extreme than any of them

This was largely depending on the fact that I had a close friend who was an experimental hairdresser/stylist and he sometimes used me as a model. I think I have told you the horror story about how he used me for an exhibition (some kind of competition), and he won and I was on the cover on some stupid magazine in a hairstyle so horrendous is made me spend the summer in a hooded cloak!

I also had several friends interested in clothes, and I used to buy or swap clothes with them.
During the highschool years, I was out clubbing 4-5 nights a week, always weekdays since weekend clubbing was "unhip". I had the most number of absence hours in the entire school. The school psychologist viewed me as a problem kid, and was afraid I would influence the other kids in a negative way. She called me to her room and accused me of taking drugs. She even called my parents (who only laughed - they knew I didn't even drink alcohol). I told everybody in school about this unfair accusation, and that led to my classmates almost lynching the poor psychologist. She got a "nervous breakdown" and quit for sickness leave. I was a nightmare student. I was never quiet, I questioned everything, especially the school system as a whole. I burned my diploma with all my straight A:s on the school yard on the graduation day - as a statement of course, and everybody knew this. The teachers were shocked.
What more? I had a zillion boyfriends all the time. I had more friends than I had time with. I was very social and outgoing and made new friends all the time. I had a close friend who's mother worked at Swiss air, so we got cheap left over tickets for nothing. We felt soooo sophisticated when we went over to the big cities in Europe to club, eat or shop. We went around saying stuff like "Oh, I had this marvellous ham for lunch today at La Bruchette" and the other person would say "Aha, where is that?" and you would say "Oh, it's in
Paris". Or somebody would say "Nice jacket, where did you buy it?" and you'd say "Ah, in
Milano, I was there yesterday."
I think you get it. Yes I know, I was horrible, no need to tell me.

Still, as I have mentioned before, I was actually quite depressed a lot of the time, and I only felt really happy when I was climbing, alone in the remote wilderness. What changed my life and how I was, was accepting that I actually
was different from most people my age group, there was no idea to try to conform or try to "melt in". Also, I realised there was no obvious place for me in this world, I didn't fit in anywhere. So I had to make myself a place where I fit in. By selecting things I feel is right for me - selecting my friends carefully, selecting my education, selecting my job, selecting my life style, selecting everything instead of just "letting things happen" or "go with the flow". And I would say that nothing in my life as a teen taught me so much and gave so much as all my travelling. I spent my late teens travelling around, living like a bum, instead of going to college. And I haven't regretted a second of it, even though it delayed my career a few years.
Sorry for the long post, and thank you to those of you who were so interested in my life so you read all of that!