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There were some wonderful memories and some (at the time) "heartbreaks". All part of growing up. I can say, no teen realizes how carefree those times really are compared to later in life. Even if there are "issues", the weight of adult responsibilities, is just not there, each and every day.
I always wonder why teens get all summer off, and adults are lucky to get two weeks? I think it should be the other way around!!! Get the summer off when you have paid your dues and are working your butt off!!!
Wow..that's strong. You have us wondering what made them "suck" that bad?
That's a bit rude, don't you think? Not everybody has the same life experiences. You don't know what LoveX has been through and your tone is a bit condescending... Not trying to be mean, just offering perspective.
To answer the question: My teen years were terrible and extremely traumatic-- literally. I suffer from PTSD and am in intensive therapy as a result of my teen years. But I'm getting better, and learning that my past does not define my future.
Between abusive and neglectful family experiences and an abusive ex-boyfriend (then current boyfriend) that almost killed me, I'd say my teen years were mostly bad. Graduating college and living on my own were my favourite years.
I, like most other teenagers out there, was an angry barrel of monkeys. I hurt a lot of people, but had a lot of ok memories as well. But thankfully, I grew up into (at least in my opinion) a pretty decent person.
If I could go back in time to do it all over again, I probably would just to make sure my memory of the time is indeed correct and to see exactly how much I've changed.
I think most of the trouble I had as a teen came from within. I had a pretty bad self-image until I was about 17, when I felt like I finally was comfortable with myself. My social group was mostly ignored when it came to bullying. We were smart and a little unusual, but not strange enough to garner negative attention. Looking back, my teen years were pretty good overall. After all, those years made me who I am today.
HA! this is a great one Wahine!
The latter parts of my teens we're some of the most pleasant times in my life, really blossoming in early high school where i made many of my long-term friends. Although during that time there we're also a lot of serious downs for me - going threw puberty was very hard for me as it really peaked my (at the time) undiagnosed mental disorder making me extremely manic at times and when i was very young (during early puberty) suicidal. While my social life in high scholl was great, more than great, my mood disorder really took the wheel and i ended up dropping out of school twice.
Put simply, middle school was kind of terrible, though i did have fun. I had a lot of trouble with my gender identity, femininity, sexual orientation, and mental health - so i suffered a lot of verbal abuse from peers for being openly queer at the time (being part of the "goth" crowd didnt help much either).
In high schol i meet a lot of like-minded people and made AMAZING friend and had many many many great times. Mostly doing a lot of partying, and sneaking into night clubs as well as having impromptu adventures. Honestly i really miss those times so much, and have had friends even ask "do you think the best time of your life is when we were like 15?" and am very nostalgic of that and miss the friends i've had over the last 10 years that now live all over the country.
If I could do it all again, i'd probably do the same dull things. In high school I was a nobody,had few friends,never a boyfriend. My father passed away my junior year and then I was a quiet misfit. I relate to the girl who was NOT Claire in Sixteen Candles. You know those websites where you find former classmates? I don't belong to one. I will never attend a class reunion either. I just don't care about any of them. Looking back on those times it's clear that my depression started at a young age, and there were times that I was a danger to myself.
Mine were just...what was it Stormy said, tumultuous? Good word. I was smart, but undisciplined, so in high school I would ace my tests but not do my homework. I didn't get along with my family, particularly my step-father, with whom I regularly had shouting matches (he tried, but he had a lot of anger and was emotionally abusive, not to mention intimidated by my intelligence), so at one point I moved in with my aunt and uncle and attended the high school in their city. I ended up in continuation school, then took the CHSPE (California High School Proficiency Exam, legal equivalent of a diploma), then a sort of home school thing where I got to choose a book to read, then report back on it to a teacher while I waited for my test score. I passed, at age 16, and moved up-state to live with a good friend who was a couple of years older. And then my education in the School of Life began...
I would describe mine as a mixture and rebellious. With friends it was smooth and pretty much free of petty immaturity while the home life was WWIII pretty much all the time in regards to my parents and I. I didn't have strict parents but I was compared a lot to others and had a lot of demeaning and hurtful things said to me on a regular basis in the house which led to me obtaining a rebellious streak that sometimes involved police officers knocking on the door to "talk" to me.
I moved out of the house right after I graduated out of high school.