I hung out a little bit with all of the crowds, but wasn't really tight with any of them. It was a mix of band geeks, burn outs, smart kids, and a few jocks. Got bullied a little, but either fought back, could find someone from one of my crowds to help out, or could get one of my older brothers to step in. (If they weren't the ones bullying me, that is.) I fought dirty. I hit a guy with a board, stabbed one with a pencil, and shot another guy with a fire extinguisher. I held grudges too. I slit one guys bike tires, threw away another guys text books, put gum on someones chair, and super-glued a couple of locks on lockers.
Drafting and shop were my favorite classes. The shop teacher let a couple of us hang out in the shop while everyone else was at lunch. We would make weapons and bowls to sell to the burn-outs. I was in honors English and history, but have no idea why. I didn't apply myself, and just wasn't into the scene. Somehow I managed to get decent grades.
Graduation couldn't have come soon enough. I don't think I talked to more than 3 or 4 people from my class after graduation. a year or two after, I don't think I was talking to any of them. Meh.