My high school times were interesting. I had my share of discomfort and angst, but nothing traumatic.
My first year, sophomore year, was in Florida. We had a statewide teacher's strike that pretty much wiped out the second half of the year. Weeks with no school, and then a couple of months of triple sessions without assignments or tests. Finally an early hurricane shut things down and the school board decided we were done. All got P grades for passing. Didn't learn much, but got in more fishing than most school years.
Then we moved to Utah, a kind of culture shock. My Utah class had 300+ kids, 9 of whom, like me, were not Mormon. It really wasn't bad, Mormons are not bad people, just very different from what I had known. When we moved to Utah I didn't even know what a Mormon was, and just assumed the LDS Church was a Timothy Leary thing... Got through it fine.