1rst year: Enter an angry, violent young man with a startlingly low fuse and an eagerness to assault anyone who does anything remotely close to putting him down. Elementary school was pretty shitty for me, I was bullied a lot (Was overweight back then, and sensitive about it), but I was also much stronger than the kids who were bullying me. Naturally, I was ostracized and shunned my entire time as a child, and teachers failed to see the difficulty of my situation (they thought I was the bully, because of course it's always the overweight strong kid that's the bully, and not all of the people picking on him, generally treating him like shit, and kicking him when he's down.)
High school was a fresh start, for that I was relieved. I started playing sports (Excellent way to vent out my frustrations, especially football. I may have only joined in order to be violent, but i'll be damned if i'm not good at it)
Hit a nice growth spurt, met new people, established a new social dynamic within my life. Beautiful.
That was the first year.
Second year was great too, I had gotten better at social maneuvers, a few people who used to be my worst of hated people eventually grew to be my closest friends. Became Defensive captain for the football team.
Third year was horrible, I got into some serious trouble at school when some of my teachers began to feel threatened by me, several complaints were launched to the principal and I was often brought in for any disruptive behavior (Despite me making no actions to seem threatening, or doing anything to them... At all...)
This year (my fourth) I changed schools (I got tired of the old school's crap with me (Wasn't expelled, I know some might think that)), and now i'm going to an english school instead of the usual French school. Lovely people here, makes me realize how shut-off my old school was... It's going splendidly, and i'm doing excellent grades-wise as well. The teachers here are also pretty awesome people (With only one or two of them being scared by me this time!).
Fifth year is going to be the last (You strange americans, with your 4 years of high school), and i'm looking forward to it though. Get started with my life, eh?
High school, while it may be uncomfortably close to the description given in the urban dictionary above, is also not as bad as one might think it is.