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How well do you remember high school?

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I'm in my mid-twenties and it seems like huge chunks of it are just gone. When I visit my "hometown" once or twice a year, I recognize faces but barely remember all but a dozen or two dozen names. And I often get the impression they remember it a lot better than me. I sort of have to play the pretend, "Hey, uh, you. How's it going?" thing.

It is sort of scary how little I remember. I even struggle with a lot of teacher names. Is this normal?

How much do you remember? When did you forget, if you did?

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I remember little. I had poor sleeping habits, and too much of a fixation on meeting project deadlines.

I don't regret it. I missed a lot of great extra-curricular opportunities, but they were calculated sacrifices.

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Posted (edited)

I remember quite a bit.  Numerous events, competitions, classes, people, and other things.  I remember some of the grades I received on some of the larger assignments, including the only failing grade I made in high school, which was on a science fair project.  There are only a few teachers that I can't recall the names of - mainly those that taught less than memorable classes.

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Huh, I can't even remember specifics. Just general ideas. Like I studied all the time. I can't remember any specific tests. I guess I vaguely remember stuff like prom and homecoming, but I helped put together the funds and the whole event so that is only natural. Resume building and studying was my whole high school.

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It's difficult to say.  I can remember most of my classes and teachers.  Sometimes who I sat by.  Memories of events, on the other hand, are sporadic.  That is, unless it meant something to me.  My mom will sometimes "remind" me of something I did and I won't have any recollection of it.  

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I got a good memory for school fights, I remember those for some odd reason. And people collapsing in tears around me. For some reason, anyone who vaguely knew me decided I was the person they want to talk to when anything went wrong. It helped shape my career, actually. But I don't remember any real reasons why. And some of the stories they told me are foggy.

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I was always the person who remembered someone better than they remembered me.  I have very vivid memories from high school, middle school, and elementary school.

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It sort of makes me feel bad, to be honest. It isn't like I don't want to remember these people, my memory just sucks for stuff like that. I think I was keeping my head down through all the drama and weirdness. So the personal stuff flew right out the window maybe?

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I left high school 20+ years ago. Close to 30 years actually.

Almost all my classmates remain connected via a Whatapps group. Somebody actually had the class list from 30+ years ago, with all our names and birthdays. He took a photo and sent to the whole group. Every time it's somebody's birthday, there are all these "Happy Birthday" messages going around.

Some of us meet once a month to play soccer. We do have catch-up dinners etc. Not very often. But the group has lively conversations from time to time on Whatsapp. Recently we were talking about how we raise our kids, for example. And about the alumni association etc.

Generally, my ex-classmates are very successful. One is working directly for the Prime Minister of the country. Another is a university academic and a Member of Parliament. Then there are many doctors, about a dozen, I think, including specialists. And one CEO of quite a large healthcare group which has clinics & hospitals in five countries. Then there are a couple of lawyers like myself. And somebody who is an IT entrepreneur type who now runs a well-known e-commerce business website in my country - basically, it's popular with tourists and locals alike, and sells tickets to places of interest in the country (zoos, theme parks, museums, theatres, that sort of thing). There's another guy who's a science teacher - sounds ordinary, but he previously won the Teacher of the Year National Award and is also known as a Master Teacher (this matters, in a country whose students are ranked World No, 1 for Science, Maths, Literacy and World No. 2 for Creative Problem Solving. Teaching is serious stuff here). 

It is not an accident that so many of my classmates are successful. We met when we were only 13 years old, but we were the top class in one of the country's top schools. (Schools here always put the students in classes, according to their academic performance).

 

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I have mostly happy memories of high school. We were a great bunch. A lot of friendship and camaraderie.

Last month, on Whatsapp, we wished this guy - Alvin - happy birthday. and he said thank you. (Alvin was this terribly obese and overweight guy, back then). Then he added a message to say, "I was the fattest and slowest guy, and I finished last in the school annual cross-country for 4 years in a row. But all of you were always encouraging me, nobody ever made fun of me. That is what I remember most of all. Thank you, bros!"

That was the class I remember. It was a funny, humorous class, very bright, very hardworking, and very helpful & supportive to each other. Nobody ever had to tell us not to make fun of the fat guy (or the short guy, or the skinny guy, or whatever). There was just no mean behavior in this class.

Recently, D, the guy who is a new Member of Parliament (he is from an Opposition party) made a speech in Parliament. Then K, the other classmate (who works for the Prime Minister, and is from the ruling party) posted on our Whatsapp to congratulate D and say that it was a great speech, very insightful and balanced.

Ok, this is like, I suppose, the equivalent of a hardcore Trump political appointee congratulating a hardcore Democrat on a good speech in Congress. But then it was a good speech. And K was the first to say so. How gracious. 

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What memories I have of high school, and school times in general, are very...particular. A few things here and there, when there were events or things that meant a lot to me, or that I really enjoyed, or certain strongly negative experiences, or anything that stood out to me really, I can mostly remember quite well and can recall them in great detail, as if they had just happened. Everything else is extremely vague at best, and at worst, there are wide stretches of time of which I have no memory whatsoever; that is something that's true for my entire life, not just in consideration of school memories, but everything else as well. 

 

I never had any friends in my graduating class, only in the younger classes, and after we all graduated, it really didn't take long at all for everyone to drift apart for one reason or another (or in the case of one, changed somehow in his personality and no longer wanted to do anything with me, never explicitly stating so but more like just continually blowing me off while pretending to be friendly...what a joke), so I just gave up on even caring about that any more. I only had a few friends anyways, and none of them were all that close, so...oh well. Better to leave all that in the past where it belongs. I rarely ever even think about those things, and when I do, it's usually only when someone wants to know, which is pretty rare. 

 

I consider it actually a good thing that my memory of much of my past is so poor...there is much I would rather not remember at all, and much that really was of little to no consequence as well, so it's kinda convenient. Brain wiring can be funny sometimes; mine seems similar to frequent cache cleaning on a computer. :nice: 

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I remember it alright. I don't recall some teacher's and student's names, but I recall a number of classes, some in more detail than others; like, I can probably recall more about my art class than economics because money is not really an interest for me. Some people and things about the experience have made more of an imprint than others, and although some details are lost to me now, I have a general impression of things that were important to me. 

There are those things one can't forget. High school was a rather painful time for me, and humans tend to remember the more negative things...

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1 hour ago, scroses said:

There are those things one can't forget. High school was a rather painful time for me, and humans tend to remember the more negative things...

I find those memories are the most poignant and clear, even when compared to the best ones. I wonder if it might be like some kind of subconscious defense mechanism, like keeping a file of things to avoid. Maybe even some people might be more inclined to have their memory prioritize those events over positive events than others for various reasons...I'm particularly thinking something along the lines of neurochemical sensitivity and balance (particularly imbalances like clinical depression), and how those factors might affect long term memory storage and prioritization [over other memories] of events associated with positive or negative feedback. Or maybe, imbalances aside, different types of events could cause different reactions with different neurochemicals/pathways, which might have a more or less strong imprint on your memory depending on how they work?

 

I only have a pretty basic understanding of that stuff, but it seems like those could happen...it might be neat if there was a study done on a similar premise, though I'd have no idea where to look. :undecided:

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The first year or so is pretty hazy and disjointed because I was still getting really whacked out on drugs, but the rest is pretty vivid. The latter bit was actually a period of growth and and adjustment (not to mention clarity) for me following a lot of troubled water. 

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I have forgotten most of it after +10 years, simply because there was never much to remember in the first place. It felt like being a gear in a big impersonal machine and this was sickening. The forced social character of school was never my strong side and used to wear me out. Almost all of the subjects were not interesting to me, either because of the non-existing motivation of the teacher or the superficial dabbling in the subjects that would have interested me, if they had been covered more deeply. It felt like an extreme waste of time. Not much luck with my classmates either: average people mostly interested in boozing but always seeing themselves as the most exceptional human beings imaginable. I was not interested in boozing at all and dreamt of having a friend I could discuss deep and abstract topics with like philosophy, science, computers. Needless to say, that friend never surfaced. High school years were like a dark age for me.

My memories of elementary school are much more vivid, but that is a different story and not the question here.

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Changed schools quite a number of times due to relocations. I never had problems blending in new environments, new schools - probably because I always had some kinds of trades I carried around with me wherever I went, something akin to what Red did in that prison in The Shawshank Redemption, students searched for things I searched for them and they could pay me in kind if they had not enough cash.

I never stood up amongst the crowds but there were people who followed me around, so I just let them..all the while my head concentrated on my notebook where I figured out any money savings tips and also money making potentials. Kids talked about gossips, boys, girls, etc etc and I just nodded off and smiled but they knew my head was deep in my own calculations and visuals. I had juniors asking to be my foster brothers and sisters, I just said yes while learning how to be a good older foster sis. Basically I taught them stuff, most of all gave them advices whenever they sought me out.

I can still remember several names and faces, even if I am to stumble upon them now I think I can still recognise them. But faces, and maybe not 100% correct on the names.

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I attended the same High School my sophomore - senior years.

I graduated 45 years ago.  I remember it quite clearly.  I went back to speak to the student body there a couple of years ago; one of my instructors was STILL THERE.

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14 minutes ago, Monte314 said:

I attended the same High School my sophomore - senior years.

I graduated 45 years ago.  I remember it quite clearly.  I went back to speak to the student body there a couple of years ago; one of my instructors was STILL THERE.

 

Young whippersnapper. My high school class had its fifty year reunion last year. I did not attend. I also attended the same high school last three and a quarter years. The old high school was in a rural area, and everybody in the area attended the same school. New high school was in a Maryland county that still had racial segregation in schools. I went to one of the "white" schools and was very disappointed. Everybody was the same.

Twenty-five years ago I looked up my best friend from high school. He recounted the classmates who had died in Viet Nam, those that had committed suicide, and those who died of (relatively) natural causes. About a third of our class was dead. Haven't even thought about high school ever since.

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6 different high schools and all were a horror. First one was ok, but second was bit problematic the third one was even worse and 4th one was becoming unbearable. At number 6 I was nearly done. I remember events and all that. I remember I made a teacher cry about my own grades. I didnt care. I mostly made bad impressions on people since I never done any work. Finals were totally weird becaues I had no idea what I was saying or doing. Its a miracle I made it through and then I got schizophrenia.

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Quite well, relative to some other times in my past.

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I remember some things, but most of the experiences time has stolen from me. If it wasn't for my yearbook (I only bought the one they published during my senior year), I would probably remember even less. 

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I can also visualize every classroom and school I've been in since I was in preschool ... and where I sat in the classroom.  I've gone to ... about 8-9 different schools.  Even specific locations of the school target sometimes very specific, often strange/nonsensical, memories.  I'm not sure how they're connected.  For instance, one particular area of one of my elementary schools (where I went to 3rd grade) causes me to think of the difference in spelling between desert and dessert.  I have no idea why.  But thinking of that spot, or that spelling, is always linked in my mind.

I remember faces very well and usually their names, too, but sometimes not.  I'm much better with faces than names.

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I don't know how well I remember it because I don't want to remember it and therefore avoid thinking about it. 

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It's hard to believe that it was more than 42 years ago - but yeah, I remember quite a bit of it.

Here's a scan of my 1975 yearbook photo

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3 hours ago, Swamp Yankee said:

It's hard to believe that it was more than 42 years ago - but yeah, I remember quite a bit of it.

Here's a scan of my 1975 yearbook photo

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Looks like a banjo-picking, otter-loving type.

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I don't remember much from my one year of public high school. (We moved and was homeschooled until college) All I remember is a few of my teachers, and all of the girls I was attracted to.

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