1979, to me, was 11th grade, then summer break, then 12th grade.
1979 was when I started having feelings for guys and trying to figure out if I was "one of those."
Music was important to me; my salvation, if you will, so KISS, Foghat, The Clash, The Sex Pistols, etc came into play. I also picked up a guitar and started teaching theory to myself.
I had a friend in the 9th grade I was close to, but careless whispers caused him to get the f*ck away from me. That broke my heart and my grades suffered.
In 11th grade I made the honor roll frequently. In 12th grade, I no longer gave a sh*t about school.
If I was an outsider in HS during my 9th to 11th grade, then by 12th grade, I was an outright stranger, a misfit, an unwanted specimen from outer space.
Thoughts of suicide came to the fore. Back then, I thought about jumping off buildings frequently.
Completely drawn into my own world, I focused deeply on the guitar.
One year later, I would become a full time drunk with anti-social behaviours that would last to this day. (Last night, after temporarily sleeping on the sidewalk near the mall, I took off my clothes and walked naked into a hospital about half a mile away).