ter than everyone else and ironically, the same people that some of us put on a pedestal and believe that they are worthy of our admiration and emulation. Excuse me while I throw up. Everybody else is tossed into a stuffy, degrading barrel, miles below this prestigious league. There are the geeks, nerds and dorks. Pretty much self-explanatory - the teachers' pets, typically bespectacled kids who somehow traded in their fashion sense for a bucket of intelligence. There are the visible minorities who cling fearfully to one another and toss around words you believe to be insults directed to you in foreign languages. The Pain and Suffering of Not Having Popular Friends is another object cliques focus on. The lines start blurring for a small percentage of the high school population. Those swimming in this minority are classified as "whatever". Seemingly faceless, personality-less, displaced people teetering at the fringes of various classifications.... I happen to fall under the latter category. And oh look, my three good friends all sit under the same heading too. What a coincidence. Yet, I honestly think that the four of us have very little in common. I am the calm, Caucasian, guy obsessed with trying to make friends; one of my friends is the mature, spiritual, rational, philosophical and analytical one; yet another thrives on being physical and tomboyish without knowing it; and another is.... well, we have yet to figure him out but he never fails to surprise us sometimes. In any case, we do not belong. We are the outcasts of the school, bonded by the only fact that we are all regarded as different from the segregated clans of so-called normality. The omnipresent high school cliques are spawned in the labyrinths of a twisted school system. One in ...
