I went to Lamar HS in the early to mid 80's. The cliques at that time were the Stoners or Heads, Preps, Jocks and I guess everyone else. As a "surfer" and a football player I was able to move among all the groups. I'm curious what the cliques were like in other schools and if the lines were pretty rigid. Another thing that I took for granted at the time, but have since realized was really unusual, was Lamar's racial and class diversity. Since Lamar was on the border of River Oaks and kids were also bussed in from poor, predominantly black neighborhoods like the Fifth Ward, we had students from some of the richest and poorest families in the country. Yet I remember very little racial tension. I've worked in education for the last ten years and I've never seen another school with this kind of diversity. So I'm curious about the demographics of other highschools.
Vatos Locos Forever, homes... No, seriously, I was part of the ESL clicka. English as a Second Language rules this BARRIO! that picture is making me hungry... you don't neet to know Spanish to know what it says
How could I forget the vatos? Two of my best friends growing up had the last names Zepeda and Cardenas. Zepeda was pretty much in the Jock clique, but Cardenas was definitely a Vato (though he went to another high school).
I was a chubby and deathly shy nerd. I hung out with the other computer geeks. But oddly enough, i was the biggest sports fan in the school too (while my nerd fans hated sports and played RPG all day, which i personally hated too). How does that work?
I played football and basketball but hung out with all the different groups of people, my girlfriend was a stoner/rock chick.
I went to Dulles High School in Sugarland in the late 90's. The demographics were pretty evenly split between all ethnicities. If I were to guess the actual breakdown, it would go something like this (40% White, 25% Asian, 20% Black, 15% Hispanic). For most of highschool, I was in the stoner/headbanger group. I am half-korean, but still fit in well with the group considering that I was just one of many asians in the group, and found that it was even moreso diverse than the school itself.
I tried and tried to get in Mr Meowgi's Super Cool Dude Clique, but instead of letting me hang out he just beat me up everyday...
I was a band geek. Actually, being a percussionist, we were a step above the average band geek. People made fun of the band geeks but not the drummers. The drummers had "hallway cred". Oddly enough, my best friend was a football player so I was friends with a lot of those guys too.
I was on the basketball and tennis teams.....but also VP of Spanish Club, so I am not really sure I belonged to a clique. I think I was pretty vertically aligned.
That's interesting. I would estimate the breakdown at Lamar to have been- 60% White 20% Black 15% Hispanic 5% Asian. It seems like the Asian and Central American population has really boomed in Houston, since I left ('88-'89).
I'd guess the prep/jock clique. However, at the very beginning of our senior year, we lost an immensely popular student to an allergic reatcion to chemotherapy about a week after she was diagnosed. After that, for our year anyway, there weren't really any cliques.
just noticed your sig. looked up the full lyric to that DMB song. the concept seems pretty contrary from what seems to be your outlook, curious. i like this piggy song much better: Shapes in the drink like christ Cracks in the pale blue wall I'm walking slowly and quickly but Always away Twisting twisting to the floor Flowers in your mouth and the same dry Song the routine from laughter land 16 white legs and a row of teeth I watch you in secrecy Your dying for the hope is gone From here we go nowhere again I'm trapped in my face and I'm changing Too much I can't climb out the way I fell in Jump with me For that old forgotten dance The midnight sun will burn you up Your life is cold Your life is hot Your life's too much for words These occasions are such a relief Another point another view to send We start to talk And it's all so safe I feed you in my dreams Footsteps on a wire High above my head The stain reveals my real intention I'm the waiting beast I'm the twisted nerve As I dance dance Back to the body in my bed Look at the piggy Piggy in the mirror
