I was a strange one in High School. We moved the summer before 11th grade, and I was finally able to do things on my own terms. Before that we lived in a VERY small town. The mistakes you made in 4th grade folllowed you for the rest of your life. My Sophomore year I was finally able to enjoy myself, no longer in my perfect sister's shadow (she graduated the year before). After I found out it would be my last year there I really had fun. I was no longer a doormat, I would challenge anyone who got in my face. My last 2 months of school I spent telling people exactly what I thought of them.
When we moved to Bakersfield, it was my chance at a fresh start, and to be as anonymous as possible...until the drama teacher took an intrest in me. I didn't go to any dances, or sporting events, but I didn't want to. I joined choir my senoir year for 2 reasons. I had a free period at school and I wanted to go to Disneyland. I got away with a lot, mainly because I looked like such a goodie-goodie. Only 3 or 4 people (in a school with over 1000) knew what I was really up to and who to see if they needed some smokeage.
I can't say that I regret anything. Everything I did and experienced helped to make me who I am. Granted, that isn't saying much. The question of regret reminds me of my response to The Boy when he asked me why I married his dad in the first place, "If I hadn't married him, I wouldn't have you."