I moved from a big school (class of 850) to a small school (class of 220) halfway through junior year.
I basically blended in at the big school -- knew everyone, had a circle of friends, but didn't do anything. We went to see bands, took the train to chicago to drink coffee, smoke cigarettes and buy t shirts and tapes. I guess we were kind of pre-stoners.
Then I moved to the smaller school. I met like one kid, gave him a mixtape with rap, punk rock and comedy on it. The tape got passed around, and I basically met my whole group of friends because of it (and my Charles Manson t-shirt, which apparently showed people that I was willing to make fun of anything). I had an aunt that worked at some chick store in town, so most of the well dressed females knew I was coming to school. So that helped.
I guess I was one of the "smart stoner" types. We were partiers, but we were basically all college-bound, had jobs, took honors classes, whatever. We were a pretty tight group, but we partied with everyone. I had a humor/music column in the newspaper, where I basically alluded to all of us being stoners, but they kept printing it ... I spent some off periods in the newsroom, but only to goof off. I didn't even type my own shyt. They wanted it, so I figured they could type it up for me (this was the 90s -- I couldn't type for shyt).
Anyway, I was voted "Most Argumentative," because I gave a shyt about free speech, politics, and wasn't afraid to speak up about it.
In a sentence, I guess enough people have always liked me ... but I've never really been interested in being cool. Maybe that's a good thing, because I probably wasn't able to anyway.
That was the most I've thought about high school in a decade or more.