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Which "group" were you in in high school?

Asked by Mandeblind (425points) March 24th, 2012 from iPhone

I was always with the most “populars”, but I felt lonely inside while I was with them sometimes. I was friends with almost everyone, but yet I was alone. I liked to read philosophy, write scripts and go to classical concerts… None understood.

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Coloma's avatar

Oh man, well, I was in HS over 35 years ago now and blended with facets of all groups.
I had cheerleader friends and stoner friends and jock friends and geeky friends.
They were all interchangable at different times, meaning, that some stoners were also jocks and some cheerleaders as well, some geeks were also stoners.
It was the 70’s, everyone blended. :-)

janbb's avatar

Kind of in the middle – smart but not the top, well-liked but not in the popular group – mostly friends with kids in the drama club.

SmashTheState's avatar

I was the reject from the rejects. You know those kids who don’t fit in: braces, wears a turban, walks with a limp, has really bad acne, smells awful, etc.? Well, I was so low on the totem pole that I was the one they mocked and ridiculed.

A few years ago, I finally got around to telling my brother (an award-winning sommelier) that I was an anarchist union organizer. He rolled his eyes and said, “You’ve always been an anarchist.” And I guess he was right. Looking back, I’ve never been able to knuckle under to authority of any kind. I’ve always hated bullies with a passion, whether they are kids, teachers, politicians, or cops, and I was always the one who wasn’t afraid to stand up and express defiance to nonsensical orders or oppressive treatment. You can imagine how popular this made me in school, the purpose of which is to pound children into nice, obedient, cookie-cutter drones.

Despite having tested as one of the 30 brightest children in the city, I graduated highschool with a 42% average, and the only reason I graduated at all is because all of my teachers and the vice-principal browbeat my poor math teacher into giving me a 50% pass instead of a 49% fail so that I would not return the next year. I wasn’t even invited to my own graduation, and the school never mailed me my diploma. When I returned to the school 25 years later, my old English teacher spotted me in the hall instantly, confronted me in a rage, and demanded to know why I was there[1].

“And what is a good citizen? Simply one who never says, does or thinks anything that is unusual. Schools are maintained in order to bring this uniformity up to the highest possible point. A school is a hopper into which children are heaved while they are still young and tender; therein they are pressed into certain standard shapes and covered from head to heels with official rubber-stamps.”H.L. Mencken

[1] I can explain why he hated me with such a passion that he recognized me instantly, 25 years later. I’ve always loved books and reading. I taught myself to read and write – both block and cursive – at the age of two, so reading has always been a passion. I was dismayed when I discovered that in highschool, books were taught one chapter at a time over a period of weeks and then dissected in a way that made them boring, ruining all of the magic. So, what I’d do is read the assigned novels in a single night, as I was wont to do. To prove that we had read the assigned pages, we were required every day to write out a series of essay questions pertaining to the material as homework. The answers were never actually graded, simply checked to make sure they were written, and then discarded. If one had done the homework, one got full marks for it. Otherwise, one got zero. This homework was worth 10% of one’s final grade, and I knew I could afford to discard it, so I informed the English teacher I would not be doing his assignments, and that he could mark zeroes across the row in his marking book.

For the next few days, he would come to my desk to see whether I had done the assignment. I would inform him that, as I had already told him repeatedly, I would not be doing the assignments. He warned me that I would receive zero out of 10, and I nodded and said that was acceptable.

After a couple of weeks of this, other kids began to realize that they could do the same thing I had done. As more and more students joined the rebellion, he became angrier and angrier until he finally declared that in addition to receiving zero, failure to do the essays would result in a detention after school. All the other kids went back to doing the essays, but I decided I could tolerate the detentions.

So, for the rest of the year, every single day after school, I would sit in his classroom and read while my English teacher sat behind his desk alternately glaring at me and then pretending he was too busy to look at me. At one point, after a few months of this, he looked up and said, “Aren’t you tired of wasting your time just sitting there every single day when you could be doing something else?”

I looked up from my book and said, “Nope.” Then I went back to my reading.

His face turned red and he yelled, ”Well I am!

And for the rest of the year, through the remaining months of detention, we never spoke again.

LuckyGuy's avatar

I was in the nerdy group. I disliked sports and the people who participated in them. I was right at the top of my class in Physics and Chemistry. 800/800 on the Achievement tests.
Looking back throught the eyes of experience I see that being a nerd was totally worth it.

LuckyGuy's avatar

@SmashTheState GA! I don’t agree with it but it is a GA . :-)
I once bagged an essay question because I knew it was only worth a few points and I was going to ace the rest of the test anyway assuring me of a A.
40 years later I still remember how “rebellious” that was for me.

By the way…if there was ever a Flutherfest someplace you are one of the people I’d like to meet.

incendiary_dan's avatar

I was in a band. And we could actually play music. I did just fine with everyone.

ragingloli's avatar

The group sex club. I wish

Coloma's avatar

I was hippie, nature loving, farm chick even in HS.
Took biology, oceanography, animal husbandry and joined the FFA future farmers of america
I remember showing up for our community garden behind the school where we kept sheep and pigs in my hippie skirt and clogs and the teacher made me climb into a wagon full of corn stalks and jump up and down to mash them down. lol

Then I was off to art class with a little toke in the bushes to make drawing that Campbells Soup can more interesting. haha
The teachers gave up on trying to get me to conform to their expectations and just let me do my own thing. lol

35 years later I am still nature loving, hippie chick, artist in the woods. :-P

cookieman's avatar

I went to the vocational/technical wing of our high school. Referred to as “vokies”, the 100 (or so) of us were a “group” unto ourselves.

So while the regular high school kids had their cheerleaders, and jocks, and nerds, and geeks and all the social drama that went with them – we were surprisingly drama-free.

Probably because we were too busy taking apart engines, or doing advanced geometry, or wiring a household electrical service.

We were often considered dumb by the regular students. Years later, my friend (and fellow vokie) said to me, “It all worked out as I now charge these same guys $100/hour to install a stupid ceiling fan for them”.

Aster's avatar

Party crowd but decent grades. Not FFA, not stoner, not gangster, not D-F student just party party crowd. Big on appearances: hair , makeup, nails and clothes.

JustPlainBarb's avatar

I wasn’t in any “group” .. except my group of friends from all different groups.

I was friends with all sorts of kids. I never wanted to be branded as any one “type” .. even then. That’s too limiting.

It’s so much more fun to have a variety of friends… you can see all sides to life. I enjoyed that!

Haleth's avatar

The goth kids. I thought I was really cool. The photos from back then are pretty embarrassing.

Blackberry's avatar

Token black guy.

ucme's avatar

I liked art, sports & having a laugh, no groups just a chilled out maverick.

RareDenver's avatar

Going back to the late 80’s early 90’s. Our school didn’t really have groups as far as I could tell, but as has been suggested maybe I just didn’t see it as I got on with pretty much everybody. I was probably the only male in my year that had long hair and definitely the only male in my school that dyed his hair (British Postbox Red if you were wondering). I also listened to obscure indie bands, which came to prove themselves as anything but obscure, well some of them. My only regret is that I didn’t take the new house/rave scene as seriously as I should have, I didn’t ignore it completely, I bought plenty of the records but I kinda thought it would be a passing fad. 20 years later and all I listen to, play, write is an extension of that.

beckk's avatar

I wasn’t popular, but wasn’t an outcast either. I fell somewhere in the middle. Had a solid group of friends throughout most of high school. I was always able to get along with anyone. I don’t think anyone necessarily had a problem with me, but I had a tendency to fade into the background.

gailcalled's avatar

The smart kids, the Jewish kids, the kids going to college. It was a small HS so there was very little separatism. It was in the safe Eisenhower era in a superficially decorous commuting suburb of NYC and everyone behaved pretty well. I remember no instances of bullying nor labeling of anyone as Asperger’s or ADD or OCD or much of anything. There were certainly kids who were weird but not dramatically so.

I loved my groups. Just to stay well rounded, I was a baton twirler during football season my senior year and was awful…although I looked snappy in my hat with the yellow pom pom and my white plastic boots.

quiddidyquestions's avatar

It was mid-‘90s and I hung out with the stoners, skaters, and lunch-time beer drinkers. I had some straight-A/leadership friends through.

RareDenver's avatar

This reminds me of a conversation I had with a work colleague the other day. She only has one eye and her other is a glass eye, she lost that eye when she was 4. She said that at high school she got picked on all the time for only having one eye and I found this shocking. At my school if someone tried to make fun of someone else for something like that then they would have been the one that was ostracised

jazmina88's avatar

I was the “American Pie” band geek that loved band camp!

RareDenver's avatar

@jazmina88 and you stuck a flute up a spare orifice?

filmfann's avatar

It wasn’t so much a group as a leper colony.

Berserker's avatar

I was a wannabee Goth who mostly skipped class to go get drunk behind a garbage dumpster with a buncha other rejects. And I regret fuckall.
My dad was dirt poor, but sent me to a French school in an English province, where everyone was either middle class or well off. Never really hit it off with people there, (still had some few good friends in school though) and I much preferred going back to my shitty neighborhood to hang out with people in situations very similar to mine.

Only138's avatar

@Symbeline I like wannabee Goth chicks. Thats hot….. ;)

Only138's avatar

I was in the party crowd. I always threw parties when my parents were away, and was always invited to them. We were the crazy ones who was always doing stupid shit. I was well liked though, and got along with almost everyone, despite their “group”.

Berserker's avatar

Ha, cool answer. :) I like crazy people who do stupid shit and get along with groups, whatever they are. :) Seriously, that’s inspiring.

Nullo's avatar

I hung out with the kids playing Magic and Yu-Gi-Oh at lunch. I carried a full chess set in my backpack. I was in the chess club, where I actively participated in developing bizarre new ways to play the old game.
Contrary to what high school movies told me, the real dividers weren’t social status or position in the scholastic hierarchy the jock/nerd line was blurred in many places, but how long you’d been in the district. Not so much a big deal for me, but my sister had a hard time finding friends because the various little cliques had formed waaaaaay back in elementary school, and were reluctant to let anybody in.

downtide's avatar

the outcast (disabled, queer and poor).

prioritymail's avatar

I wasn’t in any of them! I just kind of floated between all of them. Wait, maybe that means I was in all of them? I hung out with different groups on the weekends (athletes, nerds, popular people, outcasts, goths, etc!). I always had plans, but not always with the same group of people. I was friends with people at other schools, too, and people both older and younger than me. I think this might be partly because I had so many interests and hobbies, and like to make friends through common interests. I learned so much from my friends! With virtually no parental guidance, I really would not have made it so far in life without all of them.

linguaphile's avatar

I was the Deaf disabled kid, short bus and all. I had a 6’4, 350 pound man who overused Brylcreem following me around to make sure I didn’t miss information, but he snored through half of my classes. Try to have a social life with that behemoth shadow.

I wanted really bad to be friends with everyone, especially the cool kids, but didn’t have any redeeming qualities (sexual promiscuity, hotness, incredible athleticism, a rich parent) and my life was completely structured around being better than all the hearing kids to prove I wasn’t “less.” I was in the top 10 out of 600 in my class, took all advanced and honors classes, would hyperventilate if I got anything other than an A, was in 2 sports and 3 clubs, competed in theater competitions, took dancing and music classes and more. I spoke pretty well and was an excellent lip reader, but… no matter what, I was still the disabled kid that very few of the other kids would acknowledge beyond a casual “hello.” The ones who talked to me enough to have somewhat of a friendship were the two gay theater guys and the one very weird artistic girl named Arwen.

I did get into a couple fights—there was a group of kids that everyone else picked on and they thought it was funny to push me aside in the lunch line and troop in—I didn’t just take it and took on their leader, someone twice my size. Oh, I did have some extremely awkward girls or Christians chasing me to be my friend to make them feel better about themselves—I could tell they weren’t genuine and despised them because I felt they spotlighted how different I was with them trying to rescue me and use me as something to hold up to prove their goodness. Teachers, on the other hand, were always in awe at how much I could do. It was pathetic, really, pretending to be “normal.” I didn’t have time to build an identity— I was too busy over-proving that I “could do it!” and still, at the end, it didn’t matter to anyone, I was still “disabled.”

In the middle of my junior year, I moved to an all-Deaf boarding school. Finally!! I could be a real kid, not the deaf kid. I was still an overachiever but at least I could be my own person. I got a few B’s and was okay with it because I wasn’t trying to prove anything. I got a boyfriend, a best friend, got caught up in social drama, solved problems, broke up, made up, loved and hated teachers, was mean to someone, tried my first beer—did real teenager things. I was a cheerleader but didn’t really have a group, was friends with a variety of different people- stoners, partiers, popular kids, jocks, outcasts—and was always up for a conversation, especially the fun ones that lasted until 2 or 3 AM hidden away from the night watch people! I truly loved that school.

As unpopular as it is, it is my belief that inclusion is a joke. Society does not include everyone. Someone will be left out/behind.

Hain_roo's avatar

I hung out with the arty hippie kids and the geeks in high school.

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