I played the flute, and I was really good. Like, being recruited to audition my freshman year by the Chicago Youth Symphony Orchestra good. My brother was awesome, too, and the two of us won a whole bunch of medals in competitions, both solo and duet. But my parents didn't want to drive us downtown every night, so they told me to stick to my high school's band. I quit the instrument and haven't picked it up since. Oh, and in b4 "one time at band camp" jokes.
I was super involved in theater and dance as well, but except for that, I was never really that athletic. I come from a superb swimming pedigree--my parents both held state titles for years--but I injured my shoulder freshman year, and I wasn't even that good before that, so meh.
I was also appointed editor-in-chief of the newspaper at the beginning of my junior year. Our paper won a few awards, which was awesome, but I never really fell in love with journalism. That's a pity, since I actually got into Northwestern's journalism school--the best in the country--and I probably would be graduating now with a useful degree and decent job prospects.
I miss high school. I was in good shape, I had an active social life that didn't revolve around Facebook, MMOs, and internet forums, and I had a few things that I was reallyreally good at. Being an English major at a shitty, no-name tier-3 school just isn't the same.