Early days of highschool: The booksmart awkward child. I was shy, scored well and was a pushover. I could do my work, but did little outside of that.
Middle of highschool: Mad genius (Not that I'm a genius, I was treated like one though). I was put into a class with all the bullies/dumbasses to keep up the grade average. Family issues and my arrogance compounded to make me reckless, so I made a point to shut-down and abuse anyone that hindered my or anyone else's school experience (Fully expecting to get beaten and have them expelled as a result, but strangely no one physically attacked me).
Later years of highschool: The eccentric dictator. I used to stand on a big rock and just rant. People would gather, amused or horrified by what I had to say. The person who questioned me was told to quieten down and listen to their authority (Alluding to me) by the Vice Principal. I had relaxed by now, so while I was active and vocal in class I was more selective when I chose to be aggressive. I was passionate about my ideas, but not violently so. I was an anti-hero to most my fellow students and for some reason, also charged with mediating a lot of their problems.
Since out-of-place is my default setting, I kind of make a place for myself I suppose. Pretty much everyone (including my teachers) called me by my last name. I was told the name commands authority. I don't mind it. xD