I HATED high school. I was a loner, who spent all my Friday nights, weekends, Christmas and summer vacations in my room with my books and my music. My parents seemed to think that once I reached 16 (the age that I was allowed to start dating) that my life would suddenly and magickally change. Nothing doing! They put a phone in my room, but it was my brother who got all the calls and would kick me out of my own room when the phone rang. Finally my parents put the phone in his room. My mother made a prom dress for me, even though I told her over and over again that no one was going to ask me to the prom. So it hung up for years afterwards, never worn, until my mother finally got rid of it. I haven't seen any of my former classmates since I graduated almost 30 years ago. I doubt any of them remember me.