<p>yeah? i have some completely awful memories of shooting sealed bottles with vinegar and baking soda inside high in the air in middle school with some other kids. I think that was the extent of my rebellion. now i just drink the vinegar. </p>
<p>Some other things didn’t work for me, but they didn’t not work for me because i protested or resisted them (i resisted and protested them because they didn’t work or me).</p>
<p>Haven’t rebelled yet, but will as soon as one of my friends get their license and takes me out.</p>
<p>I posted on College Confidential</p>
<p>^ woah, dude, no way</p>
<p>I went to a Catholic school preK-5 and had French shoved down my throat the whole time, so when I went to public middle school I rebelled by opting to take Spanish as my foreign language instead of French. Scandalous.</p>
<p>I got a tattoo…then got caught…then got grounded…</p>
<p>Rebellion rarely ever works when your under 18 and rebelling against your parents.</p>
<p>I jumped in a my 1964 impala, leather jacket, aviators and a wide grin and blasted “he’s a rebel” while picking up chicks.</p>
<p>Also got a tattoo on my chest and got caught by my big brother and they got me grounded.</p>
<p>Another tattoo better! Awesome 
Except my parents made me get mine removed. :(</p>
<p>why do you guys find tattoos so desirable? i dont get it -_-</p>
<p>I got Cs in middle school math, wore a lot of black, decided I was going to go into the fashion industry, and sat in my room and read Harry Potter for the entirety of the year. </p>
<p>Odd. I know.</p>
<p>For ten years, I scoured the seven seas in search of booty. Not even the king’s fastest dreadnoughts were able to keep up with my trusty wave-treader. Yes, indeed, they chased me and my loyal crew for leagues and leagues, always two steps behind, until at last I was cruelly betrayed by a cold-hearted woman.</p>
<p>This was the extent of my rebellion. Fun while it lasted, but I’ve moved on and I’m totally excited for college, bro!</p>
<p>I’m very lucky my parents are who they are, as otherwise we would have had some serious conflicts during my high school years. As it were, I got along rather well with a generous degree of autonomy. In middle school, I rebelled by ignoring stupid, irrational rules, contesting their enforcement, and getting my parents to back me up until the school acquiesced. We managed to get several inconvenient and baseless rules changed for everyone, which I and many of my peers were quite pleased about. </p>
<p>I also routinely violated the 10 PM curfew for minors in my city. I like night walks, and I like being out when no one is around, and I think a rule that prevents those harmless activities is actively immoral and outside the realm of governmental authority. I had halfway hoped to get stopped and detained, so that I could try to set up a test case. Probably wouldn’t have worked out, though, and either way, the policemen in my city were too good to ever try to enforce the stupid ordinance.</p>