jocks - I played sports, it was a given. nerds - played chess with them at lunch, don't even know how that started druggie/rockers - met in science class of all places, I helped them with chemistry and they taught me how to draw and paint. princess- not my thing weirdos - not my thing skaters - not my thing, but did try it once and nearly died trying to grab onto a car so I quit that day. breakdancers - managed a neighborhood group
I was known to get stupid ass crazy at every party on any givin' weekend with the prep/jock/"wig" drill team/ freeloader crowd, but I was friends with almost every clique in school. Dorks, gangs, stoners, Spicoli's, etc. I was a LonghornFan of many faces. I once even skipped school, stole my best friends dad's Ferrari for the day and attended a Cubs game while the other suckers sat through economics class. Good times.
I think my school was too small for cliques. Well, except for the divide between the French kids who didn't know much English from everyone else. I was in the group that spoke English, but that's more a language barrier than a clique.
Clear Creek HS '99 I was a jock who hung out with nerds and basically had no clique. I played basketball and baseball (until I broke my elbow throwing) and was in all AP classes, so I had a large diversity of friends. They even voted me "most scholarly" although I certainly wasn't as smart as my AP classmates, it was just the rest of the school knew who I was, but I wasn't popular or cliqued by any stretch of the imagination.
Skate/Surfer/Punk Rock crowd for the most part, but I was in drama which got me in with the preppier/honor rollier crowd (who, at Klein Oak in the early and mid-'80's, were possessed of the better...ah, recreational pharmaceuticals, shall we say?). Senior year, a prominent Strutter became infatuated with and dated the singer in our requisite garage band which gave the rest of us access to her Strutter friends. One of my best and oldest friends (since Kindergarten) was in that group of ludicrously smart kids. Basically, like many others here, I identified with one crowd, but mingled with others.
I tried to avoid classification, and was something of a floater. I wasn't a band clique person so much, even though I was always in band... our band clique was mean-spirited. Our high school was 1/2 magnet and may have lacked some of the traditional cliques; we had jocks and cheerleaders, but aside from themselves, no one cared. A lot of the top students were still "popular". (not me) On the other hand, I wasn't a true "nerd" either. I've never been into: sci-fi, D&D, gaming, chess, and other nerd pastimes. I was a varsity athlete. I was accepted on the fringes of the "thespian society" crowd, and could have been more into it if I had wanted to... never had time to try it, though, with my other activities. My friends were also all techies and I would have preferred to be on the stage instead. I was in somewhat of a different group every year, and my best friend was in a different group. (we mostly just hung out later instead of at school) Most of my groups defied classification, at least in my opinion. I was never in that "popular" crowd though.
Although there may have been cliques in school, it all wound up being "popular" and "unpopular" kids in school. From what I remember, and I went to a lot of different schools, was that the clique wasn't as necessary as being popular. Due to being moved around so much, I had a very different take. K-2nd - who knows, I'm sure I was OK enough. 3rd - 6th - Was in Gifted education, so I was automatically branded a "nerd" - unpopular. 7th - moved. Was immediately popular. Good year. 8th - 9th moved again. somehow, I became the kid who was caught in the closet masturbating (not that it matters, it just never happened. One of those "rumors" that gets started when you come back to school with a broken wrist.) instantly (after 2-3 months) unpopular, although everyone knew who I was, for obvious reasons. 10th - 12th - moved again. Became very popular after a few months, and was able to finish my grade schooling on a good note. As far as my cliques? Hell, in high school, I was an athelete/smoker/drinker/partier/hardly ever at school. I'm difficult to categorize, and anyone who's met me on the board probably already knows this.
I cut too much school to hang out at home and get high to be in a clique. I guess that would have put me in the stoner clique but I was clean cut and didn't look the part.
I used to belong to a pretty cool gang, but we kept getting stabbed by a bunch of Puerto Ricans and we started splitting apart. By senior year, our choreography was shot, and our focus was lost.
Yeah, I have a similar, yet not as embarassing story. In 7th grade, we were in class watching a movie and I was checking my pulse because we had just learned about in the day before in science class. One girl who hated me for some reason decided that'd be a funny thing to make fun of me for and she got some of her friend to yell "Pulseman" as I walked down the hall. Finally, after a few weeks of this, I pretty much told her what an idiotic thing that was to use to try and upset someone and that she was just mad that she couldn't count. I'm still confused as to how that was supposed to be embarassing.
Yep.....too many Cys. There's also a lot of CSI's. Cy Falls Cy Farm (woops, that was Cy Fair's nickname) Cy Young Deep Sigh
I was part of a tiny group of hippies at my high school, in the late '60's. We had a very cool art teacher, who let us eat lunch in her art room, but that didn't keep us from diving headfirst into a strike of the cafeteria, even though we rarely ate there. They used to give the teachers big chunks of turkey breast on the days that we got "turkey casserole," and the like. They did that with everything... the food was awful. A couple of us overheard some "big guys and girls on campus" (you know the type... president of everything, and gigantic yearbook pictures) complaining about it, so we walked up to them and suggested the strike. They were doubtful at first, looking askance at us, the most obscure clique on campus, but soon warmed to the idea. Between them, and us, we shut the damn cafeteria down. I don't know how much food they had to throw away, but it must have been enormous. The principal (a fool) got on the intercom and threatened expulsions if we didn't return to the food pit, but by the second day, as it became clear that everyone was "fed up," (lol!), he announced a capitulation, couched in language that attempted to make it sound like anything but. The food got much better. That was fun, and gave me a nice lesson in activism. I have other high school stories, but I'll spare everyone!
They didn't make a clique for me. I was smart but not nerdy enough to be a geek/smart kid. I was a musician but not a stoner so the musicians didn't hang out with me. I played basketball, but I wasn't anywhere near being a jock. I didn't care about cars or drinking or anything that might give you some people to hang with. I didn't even have a girlfriend, so I couldn't squeeze into a group with her. I was more of the loner/loser variety.
I went to Deer Park High School, class of 97. I was one of the few cools guys in band. Seriously, I'm not just saying that I swear. The entire woodwind section wanted to get with me (and many did.) Me and my close friends were mostly in band but we were well known throughout the school, although not always for the best reasons.
I sorta floated between the black guys (seriously, they were a clique) because I played basketball every day, the nerds, the stoners, and the preppies. I had one guy I hung out with nearly every day because we had all the same interests, but we never knew what group we'd end up hanging with any given day.
In middle school all I did was play for the football team and that's all I cared about, then when high school (Klein Oak) came around, I started to differentiate myself and race actually started to matter so I started hanging out with the "Asian Clique" (JNCO jeans and polo's, who else here did this?) I ran track and played football so most of HS I was half asian clique, half jock. Then my parents decide to move out to Waller but I kept going to Klien Oak (45 min drive). I tried to keep playing football but I couldnt take driving so far home after practice everyday so I quit junior year. By the time senior year rolled around, I missed playing football so much I decided to just start going to Waller and play for them. So my last year (99) I was just known as the "new kid" (Waller was a very small school) and hung out with the jock group.
