After having three years of art class I'm 17, it's 1998, I show my childhood friend of ten years a drawing of an anime styled girl. I get laughed at so hard, that I haven't seriously tried art or was interested in keeping in touch after moving away ever since. Them teen hormones really hit hard to.
Writing wise, you know you're an angst filled teen when you're English teacher says you're too depressing and need to write happier. Oh and you'll get Fs from that point forward for depressing poetry and stories. Problem is that just wasn't gonna happen with all the crap going on with me at the time. Also I failed that class, and history, that year. Even though I got like 89 and 93 on the final exams. Just because I either didn't do homework or didn't do it the way teach wanted. Sorry, I wasn't in the mood to happily do homework while parents were fighting/divorcing from 8th to 11th grade. Also kinda sucks when you have gender dysphoria in the 90s cause there was no help available for it as people didn't know it was a problem to begin with. Really says something about a class when you can pass the final, all the weekly tests and midterms, but fail from homework alone. Cause that eng teacher kept her word on failing depressing work, so I stopped doing homework all together. Cause by the 11th grade I done forgot what happy feels like. Oh and I dropped out and got my GED.