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Posted: Sep 01 2007 12:15 am

At my fine learning establishment, it was split up by races, and then any minority who decided not to pretend to be a thug was immediately absorbed into one of the white guy sects (nerds in the quad, heavy metal people behind the auditorium, etc). When we had a riot in either 1994 or 1995, they split us up the next day to do an assembly about what happened the day before. We were split up as such:

blacks in the library
hispanic in the auditorium
other in the gym

OTHER. What kind of shit is that?

Posted: Sep 01 2007 12:16 am

Yeah. What's horrible is that we have an epidemic of wiggers and flat out assholes. Case in point: this douchebag in my AV class whose movie got beat out by Tuna Jackson, my movie that I sent into competition, twice. My AV teacher is pretty proud of that fact, so he shows it as an example of a winning film to the first year AV students. This is my first year having the douche in my AV period, since usually he's in the early morning one. So, he takes the opportunity to deride Tuna Jackson and my movies in general IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE CLASS throughout the whole period until when it finally was shown it didn't matter how good it looked (which is average at best), because it seemed like a shitty film due to Captain Asshole. God, I hate him.

Joined: Apr 14 2006 Location: Lake Michigan Posts: 3332

I floated between all of the cliques. I was on the soccer team, so I was among the jocks, I was in all honors classes, so I was friends with a few brains, and during lunch and gym I would usually hang out with stoners and/or the kids in the remedial courses.

Posted: Sep 01 2007 12:24 am

Same here, although I'm not on any sports teams. Some of my really good friends play football and soccer, though.

Posted: Sep 01 2007 12:36 am

enshinkarateman wrote:

I'm friends with loads of people at my school, and a lot of my good friends are "jocks" and "preps". I'm friends with just about anyone who isn't a dick. I don't really care about cliques. I've never fit into a clique, never will. I think boxing yourself into a group is dagnab stupid, and it only limits your social interaction.
But that's just me.

I did too, that the best way to survive High School and become well rounded. Learn to get along with everyone. Plus, having friends in other cliques saved my ass a time or two.

Example:

My junior year, I took "Daily Exercise and Physical Fitness" for my required Gym credit. That class was basically aerobics and was about a 9:1 ratio girls to guys. I think there were 4 guys in total in that class. I loved it, just because of that fact. But, I was a virgin hornball, back then. Anyways, after gym class, when we went back to the locker rooms the other gym classes were there too. There were these Redneckers who I didn't know who tried to start shit with me and my friend Lanny almost every day. They would walk past us and say stuff like, "How was your aerobics class, faggots?" or "Your qweering up the place with your gayness!" For the most part we just ignored them.

However, one time, they decided to take their taunting outside the locker room. One of them came up behind at my locker in the main hallway when I wasn't paying attention, and bounced my head off of it, and said "What are you going to do about it, Faggot?"

Now, I have to take a break at this point to tell you about a kid named, Dwane. Dwane was the equivilent of what Brock Lesnar probably was in high school. Huge, ripped, and extremely frieghtning. He was a top Baseball and Football player at our school and did nothing but train, practice, and work out all the time. If it wasn't for the fact that he ended up going to jail shortly after high school, (He killed two people while drunk behind the wheel of his car, and was sentenced for involentary manslaughter.) he would have been a top college player and possibly pro by now. Well, it just so happened that he was my neighbor since we were both about 8 years old, and used to be best friends in grade school and Jr high.

Back to the hallway and my locker. I knew he wanted a fight, and I knew he would probably kick my ass. I weighed all of 135lbs for all of my high school life. I had just cleared the stars from my eyes and turned around to face him, when Dwane came out of nowhere, grab the Redneck by the neck and slammed him into the lockers, creating a large, basketball shaped dent in a locker with the kid's head. Dwane dropped him to the floor and calmly asked, "What are YOU going to do about THAT, FAGGOT?" and then calmly walked away. I never had another problem from that Redneck for the rest of the year.

Posted: Sep 01 2007 12:43 am

Nice.

Posted: Sep 01 2007 12:45 am

Except for the manslaughter bit, that was a pretty badass story, Knyte. I'm sad to see what became of Dwane because of a bad decision though. Sad

Posted: Sep 01 2007 01:58 am

Knyte wrote:

nerds are way smarter than the jocks %90 of time, and will find cleaver ways to hurt the jocks that goes far beyond mere physical pain.

That is the most ominous, sadistic and scary thing I've ever read on the forums. Remind me never to piss off Knyte.

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Posted: Sep 02 2007 04:43 pm

At lunch my friends and I split everyone up into these groups

Unpopular unpopular
Unpopular popular
Popular unpopular (us)
and finally, the Popular popular

None of us really remember who goes where because it's so weird. It's just fun to make the spazzy kid at our table say popular alot when he tries to explain it.