Dugan? Dugan K? With a brother named Duncan? If we're talking about the same guy... we graduated HS together in 1980.
wasn't really in one...migrated from one to another depending on what was going on that weekend. strted out HS life as a jock...injury at the beginning of 9th led to me ending up as a varsity trainer...so I ran with the athletes most of that year. A scheduling mixup had me in ROTC that year also...by the time I figured out how to change it...it was too late to. started hangin with the stoners playing hackeysack during lunch the next year...spending many weekends partying with some of the guys from the local cover bands. also ended up in a theater class...so I was also hangin with the drama geeks. Being a part of the football team lasted till my senior year, when I blew it off so I could do the early release work thing. Soooo... I gravitated amongst the stoners/musicians, the drama geeks, the jocks/popular types(pretty much synonymous) with a dash of hangin with the jr. jarheads(Marine ROTC) I partied many a weekend with all these folks...but made very few lifelong friendships...honestly...I dont look back at HS that fondly...I enjoyed the weekends...but not the actual schooltime.
There were 7 or 8 of us in high school that were hippies. We had lunch together a lot in an empty art class that our cool art teacher let us use. It was during her lunch period. Being very involved in organizing a successful strike of the cafeteria, due to the teachers getting all the good food, and the students getting scraps (sliced turkey breast for the teachers, turkey goop for the students, for example) was pretty ironic, since we rarely ate there. We enjoyed the political aspects of it. Snuck off campus a lot to smoke and hang out. We were a very tight group (still friends with a couple of them, after all these years), and the school didn't quite know what to make of us. It was divided into cowboys and surfers, mostly, with jocks and the "popular girls" being another group. Very snooty. I enjoyed my senior year very much, and got the occasional short vacation because my hair was too long. Decided to submit a poem on the last day that you could, and was amazed to be the class poet. All I can figure is that the standards were damned low. I wrote it during a class that day, then walked to the office to turn it in. They were a bit shocked by that. When I read it during the graduation ceremony, a bunch of my friends (most of whom went to other schools) cheered at a couple of spots, so the powers that be decided there must have been something reactionary about it. I think it's the only poem ever not to be published in the yearbook. I was recognized in it, but they didn't print the poem. Pretty amusing.
Video game nerds. It was a pretty small clique though. Maybe 4-5 of us who would play video games a lot.
Through my humor,good looks,sports obsession, and "alternative" tastes in music and film I trancended all cliques. I did primarly hang out with the latin kids which was composed of the more exotic kind (Argentinos, Uruguayos, Peruanos, cubanos, y colombianos) as opposed to the regular garden variety Mexican-american brand. Interestingly enough all our parents immigrated in the late 70's on account of some dictatorship.
I was in almost every clique. The jocks, the nerds, the stoners, the kickers, the bangers, the ravers, the artists, the shop guys not so much. I'm just a clique chameleon.
Oh, he's very popular Ed. The sportos, the motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, waistoids, dweebies, dickheads - they all adore him. They think he's a righteous dude.
