I became a counter-culture icon of sorts, but not the "us against them" sort like Goths against jocks and whatnot. I was more of my own person. I didn't dress in any established way -- I mostly wore normal clothes. Although, early on, I did take the liberty of buying clothes the other kids wore just to fit in more (expensive designer clothing), but when that didn't work, I just sorta went my own way. I was a rebel, though not a member of a rebel group, but sort of the black sheep.
And towards my senior year, when people signed my yearbook, people claimed to admire my unique way of looking at things and my ability to intellectualize in a unique way.
In terms of academic performance, though, I did quite poorly in school. I was an underachiever. Unfortunately, I couldn't study the subjects that interested me in high school because the majority of the time, I was in the special ed program because of my perceived social difficulties. So my intellect wasn't used to its fullest potential. Oh yes, I was very misunderstood.