| 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.