High School was wonderful. I loved every second of it. I lived 5 miles out in the country. No kids my age around. All my friends and all the fun was at my school. I found out, early on, I think around 6th grade, one day I said something wry and a bit sarcastic and everyone in the room, including the teacher, laughed. AHA! I was on a roll for the rest of time.
Daddy wasn't in school to ridicule and criticize. Nobody at school criticized.
I wasn't a nerd, just an average student. I wasn't much of an athlete, but I was nice to everyone, I was the "kidder". Really quite shy and not too much self esteem, taller than anyone, including most of the boys, gangly, kind of awkward--I found being the happy-go-lucky kidder was my niche. The kids laughed with me instead of at me.
AND...there was music! Band and chorus, where I really excelled, the only classes I ever got A's in. Back then, it was a big deal to be a band member--as big a deal as being one of the football, basketball, baseball stars.
That's probably why I remember those years so well. I really feel they were the best years of my life!