oh! it was memorable, alright!!
When I was in grade 12 our school lost 5 or 6 people. 4 to suicide. two of them friends of mine. one of them died on my birthday. 6 months to the day of that - a childhood crush and great friend got hit by a car and died instantly. Oh yes - high school was so memorable for me.

I loved high school for so many memorable reasons.

1) I met my (future/now current) wife there.
2) Got to travel to Vancouver, Washington D.C., New Orleans, Boston, Yukon & Northern B.C.
3) Teacher's strike of 1985 -- extended summer holidays to mid-November.
4) Because of excellent English and History teachers, got excited about literature, philosophy & politics.
5) Had a blast at various house parties, dances and "get togethers".
6) Had a great circle of friends.

High school was truly a fun and great time for me.

Sucked sucked sucked. Have no desire to show up to a reunion unless I'm well-armed. (although I did stumble across my high school website and found that a couple of my favorite teachers are still there... I did like some of my teachers quite a bit)

My memories of high school where good in general . I remember the first day, when we got off the bus and walked to theis small school of 65 students from grade 9 to 12, with 4 and a half teachers (one was part time, and worked as a carpenter) It was exciting because I felt I was finally going to be treated like an adult. Apon discovering the small but well stocked library full of great books and magazines, I felt I had reached heaven. Keep in mind this was in a small french town of 500 people (called La Broquerie) in Manitoba in 1980. No Web, very little zines at home and 4 channels on TV. Those early '80's I discovered the talking heads, Carl Sagan, CBC Morningside, Harrowsmith Magazine (before being yuppiefied), the Police, Stephen J. Gould, Winnipeg history and old architecture, Basic electronics from a book, and Billy Bishop's autobiography "Winged Warfare". I would spend most of my free time in the library, as it was so cumfy and quiet. My info center of the world. In school, my teachers were usually interesting, and I developed a taste for many subjects such as history, science and literature.

Because the school was very small, we knew everyone and their famillies. My parents would often run into a teacher of mine at church or the Co-op store, and would get the low-down on my progress. Aside from the usual warnings of bad grades, I was a comfortable and peaceful place to learn. Even the visiting superintendents from Winnipeg were astounded at how civilized and at ease the students where. We would even occaisionally join our teachers for lunch in the staff room. I even remember the time one of my techers forgot a birthday cake on his kitchen table at home for a staff member , and asked if we could take his car to go get it! You wouldn't hear that in a city school.

Because I ended up repeating my grade 12, I didn't graduate with my old class (just to show you how small our classes were, I graduated in a class of 9 students!). But because we were all very close, I got an invitation to the "old class" class reunion just 5 years later. These reunions were usually at someone's house for a Bar-B-Q. After the first one, we would get together every year or two, and share our stories and adventures. Even now that I live in Toronto, Canada, I still get together at least once a year with a few of my old class mates, with the occaisional Bar-B-Q for the graduating classes of 1985-6. Nothing spectacular, but good memories.

Didn't like high school, didn't like growing up in the suburbs. My life began at 18, taking off to California (from Milwaukee) in a converted 1960's school bus with three friends...