2 years of cross country

4 years indoor track

4 years track

Key club

ski club

intramurals

drama

etc

Weekends were mostly spent around large bonfires in gravel pits out in the middle of the woods, where I would be in a race to see if I could hook up before getting too drunk to function. Drunkenness usualy won.

Aye, tis a milky glint.

Seriously, I think you're doing a good thing.  You're thinking outside the box, you're a shark.

EDIT: I think it's obvious that Beef spent his formative years mastering the subtle complexities of the English language. I was a total nerd in high school. The only reason I didn't get beat up all the time was the fact that I was bigger than everyone else (6'4", 180 pounds by 10th grade). While most of my friends were discovering the wide world of smoking behind the gymnasium and making out under the bleachers, I would be reading The Thrawn Star Wars trilogy for the 4th time. I was the opposite of sexy. Now, 5 years later, I'm a veteran and flying helicopters for the Army. "Most likely to Succeed" in my class works in a Dilbert-esque cubicle and hates his life. Ah sweet irony.