I can remember the first time it cost $3.00 for a full tank of gas. The guy came out, washed my windshield, checked the oil and tire pressure, asked about the family, all while he pumped the gas. Three whole bucks for gas was an outrage. A couple of my buddies could dig in our parents couch to find enough change to pay for the gas to cruise around all evening.
Disco sucked, as did leisure suits. And it was simply impossible to buy jeans that were nor bell bottoms, or worse elephant bottoms. Slacks all had huge cuffs that I hated.
The good news was the girls in my high school had skirts that had to come DOWN to at least thier thumbs when the relaxed their arms. Now stand up, let your arms relax, the tip of your thumb was the hemline.
Smoking everywhere was horrible. My high school allowed smoking in the bathrooms. I had to run in there as fast as possible after the bell, pee as fast as possible, and it was hard to see to door because the smoke was so thick.
I hated that.