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[mbarrick]

Brooding Artist

Laughing in homeroom, crying in third period, brooding at lunchtime. It's nothing serious — just part of the act for a brooding artist like yourself. Whether it's acting, painting, writing, or interpretive dance, your channels of expression might have made you a little "different" in high school. But today it's these differences that separate your talent from all those wannabe "creatives" out there.

Lots of high schoolers felt sorry for the kid who sat alone in the corner — when they weren't picking on them, that is. Little did they know it was the best seat in the house for observing the absurdity of high school. The same insight that you had back then just might help make you famous some day (if it hasn't already). So revel in your high school roots and be careful when you're cleaning out the garage. With your talents, those old notebook doodles might end up being worth a fortune.

Who were you in high-school?

Comments

[seymour-glass.livejournal.com]

Class Clown

Forget pens, Trapper Keepers, and protractors. Wouldn't surprise us if Whoopee cushions, firecrackers, and stink bombs were your educational tools. You were the class clown and no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't keep your mouth closed, could ya? You were probably one of the smartest kids in your class. Who else could figure out how to get a cow into the science lab during prank week?

These days, you've matured a little. I mean, at least a little, right? But you're probably still happiest when everyone is laughing. You realized early on the power of a good joke. Whether you're doing a stand-up riff for your colleagues, closing a sale, or convincing friends to meet up at your favorite haunts, you're a born entertainer. Your peers admire your confidence and humor — and that's probably why they stick around. And it's probably why they tolerate the occasional bad joke or that fake dog mess on their front porch. So keep it up, clown. We could all use a little more laughter.
And if you feel like it's time to reconnect with the movers and the shakers from your glory days, just click here!

although i was more of a pain in the ass than a class clown...the teachers hated me because i never behaved, but at the same time i usually had the highest mark in the class...so it was a love/hate thing...and that made it all the better to torture them with...i think i only know two or three people who i went to high school with, at least that i still keep in touch with...

[uberbabe.livejournal.com]

I was a rebel. 'nuff said.

Insert Stigma here

[valerian.livejournal.com]

I got the same result (surprise, surprise). Although...

"Laughing in homeroom, crying in third period, brooding at lunchtime"

Should be replaced with something like:
"Scoffing in homeroom, taking assorted drugs before third period, lurking at lunchtime"

Much more accurate.
LOL