I wouldn't go back to high school for a million bucks.

   I wouldn't let Mike Tyson punch me in the head for a million bucks either. Money may or may not buy happiness, but it surely doesn't buy back your scrambled brains or self respect. Was high school really that painful, confusing, and humiliating? Yes and no.
   We have already learned to use the yardstick of, "I cried because I had no pants, until I met a man with no ass." That works some of the time. We count our blessings by the score. Even say, knowing what you know now, could you withstand the systematic and grinding boredom, punctuated by the terrors of sitting stoned in Spanish class while being grilled in a language you don't understand or being queried about sines and cosines for two years running? Not for money, perhaps under the threat of death.
   Some things must be repeated. Mercifully, the Michael Spinks fight isn't one of them.