Yeah, I firmly became a derelict my senior year. Smoking -- cigarettes, too -- on the side lawn. Cutting classes in the afternoon to get a "kwot" at the Towne Deli (and then driving around getting a "kwot buzz"). Charles Herse, among others, knows whereof I speak. If not, rent "Dazed and Confused." The class in that film was a year behind ours, but that's close enough.
I will add that I did eventually manage to become a productive member of society.