If I can sum up high school in one word, it was: Productive. It's those years where I took AP classes, forced myself to socially interact with others and made friends and a name for myself, learned how to draw well, learned how to play piano, tried to be hot **** whenever I could flex myself off, criticized EVERYTHING, etc. My goal was to get into the college of my dreams, which seemed impossible at the time because I legitimately considered myself to be a dumbass who had no social skills or physical abilities. After graduating and studying hard at another college, I was able to transfer to my dream college, and I look back and the very accomplishment is hugely satisfying. I even got a higher GPA than that one chick I hated and am enrolled in a more recognized university.
Not to say it was a dream boat. Cramming an entire life time's worth of adolescent knowledge, intuitive thinking, and life lessons into a span of three years doesn't come without cut corners. 1) Huge self-deprecation issues. I ****ing hated myself, which sucked when my entire goal was to make myself cool. Kind of a paradox, but I tried ignoring it when I could. 2) I put all of my eggs into high school to where I didn't know what to do in college lmao. I basically spent a year and a half not knowing what to do with my life and just stumbling around waiting for time to pass by. I basically became Saitama and just felt unsatisfied with life with no idea what I'm doing wrong.
In conclusion, I constantly refer to high school as the time my life started. It's here where I gain an interest in social interactions, working out, and what I wanted to do with my life. So much so where I faintly remember anything that happened in middle school and Elementary. Or at least anything positive.