Oh god, high school! There were only two JW kids in a school of 1200, so I stuck out like a sore thumb with my long skirts (my father insisted I wear skirts at least 3 days a week) and my nonparticipation in everything. The other JW kid was a bad example type who didn't want the JW label, so he avoided me.
Heeding the admonition to avoid "bad association" and especially boys, I wrapped myself in a protective "ice princess" demeanor as I walked through the halls. I did have a few friends, although I did not see them outside of school, but most of the time I walked through the corridors saying over and over in my head, "It doesn't matter what they think of you. It only matters what Jehovah thinks of you."
I did get laughed at, whispered about, pointed at, and since I took myself very seriously it all hurt terribly. My parents were not available to me as confidants, so I was lucky when a JW girl a year younger than me started in my sophomore year. At least she and I could talk.
I had anxiety attacks all the time and a knot in my stomach every second of the day. I was a smart kid, and my teachers put pressure on me to take the college-prep courses instead of business courses, so I was constantly having to defend "my" decision.
The whole experience was torture.
And at the end I never got to attend my graduation because we were at a stoopid district convention.