When I was younger (12-14), I was known as the bookworm and know-it-all of the class, the irritating teachers pet who always did a little too much more than was required for assignments. I remember writing 6,000 words for some ungraded question sheet when I was 12. I also handed in work and got rejected by the teacher, who literally told me: "you didn't need to hand it in." Like rude, I put in the effort they could have at least just accepted the assignment. I also handed in loads of creative writing pieces to my teacher, who was a lot nicer about my extra work than the other teacher was.
When I got older, I was pretty comfortable in my own skin and (relatively more) social around close friends but I was always a tough judge for other acquaintances and authority figures. If they did something despicable I wouldn't hesitate to call them out for it. I had a sexist classmate who was flirting with some THOT (who actually had a boyfriend at the time) and I snapped and told him that he didn't need to flirt with everything that moved. I was so angry and disgusted at the low-key show of cheating in front of me that I just couldn't help but blurt out what I was thinking. Sometimes when teachers are being irritating I engage in discourse with them as well, because I don't have to respect them just because they were assigned a job at the school I was attending. I judge people by their personality and values and if they missed the mark by far I wasn't going to keep in what I thought. I wouldn't be deliberately provoking, usually sit in a corner of the class with my sleep-deprived RBF on and shoot them an 'are you serious?' look whenever they said something dubious. But if they really wanted to call me out then, well, that was when they had it coming.
I hated authority, especially when it was just pure coercion of dumb regulations that made no sense at all. I deliberately kept consistently sleeping in homeroom (which, it's not like there's anything going on anyway? And my homeroom teacher hated my guts, ha ha.) It was precisely that inane reason that kept my petty self from sleeping consistently. He played himself. Also everything sucked. School spirit, what the fuck is that? I didn't attend any sports, assemblies or useless classes for the last two years of my high school career. And thank fuck I didn't. It was all a waste of time? I'd rather do something more productive, like read a book or indulge a hobby. School politics and putting effort into things that hardly mattered was so vapid to me. There were so many issues with the school (allocation of budget, school politics, drug use, relationship scandals) that I just wanted to block everything out. Like I'm fine where I am I don't need my head to be filled with that trash.
So I mostly kept to a small group of friends, would chat sometimes with people that were acquaintances, I guess. :/ But mostly kept to a few people that I really genuinely appreciated. Like it seriously made my life a lot easier. And yeah, I did the whole shebang, studied hard and got decent grades, maintained a small core of friends that know me and appreciate me as I them. That's all that matters, I guess. Like I'm pitying the people who were social butterflies but don't have a single, genuine friendship going for them (because they were such manipulative, fake social climers) like, they're going to have a total of 0 friends after their high school experience ends. I know people like that now and seriously I can't help but laugh, like karma's a bitch. They couldn't see past the 'glam' of high school I guess. Tough for them, but I'm happy that high school is over, thank god.