I had to sit in the back when my hair was up cause it blocked people’s view. But as someone who had (and still still has) cool punk hair, it was commented on (generally positively, a lot of my teachers were in their teens or 20s in the 80s and were pretty stoked to see some kids were still punk). I wore a studded vest, patched up crust pants and band shirts with the collar and sleeves ripped off every damn day. Between the scene kids and the last remnants of the Marilyn Manson style goths I was just another different kind of weird. The kind that got shit on the least too, we couldn’t be classified as emo and didn’t have the applied vulnerability associated with the label