Cliques and Outsiders
Cliques and Outsiders The Emotional Trauma That is Fitting In Be afraid. Be very afraid. Wipe that goofy smile off your face. Whether you know it or not, that clawing, itching, quaking sensation seething beneath your skin is the feeling churning inside you every time someone of a superior clique comes rumbling down the halls, a contemptuous sneer playing on his lips. But whatever you do, keep that fear under wraps. You do not need to be shoved into your locker or called derisive names again. Cliques in high schools are a microcosm of a society dominated by hierarchies. Look around. It is hard to find one fully united school, devoid of the intricate social castes. In the wake of the now-infamous Columbine High School shooting, society was mercilessly slapped with the harsh
effects of cliques, and temporarily forced to reexamine the complicated social hierarchy that confronts students during their most formative years. As much of a tragedy as it was, few fail to see and perhaps, understand it from the point of view of Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, the two suspects. Yes, they do have names. They were not entirely the vile, violent, inhuman maniacs that society has carelessly made them out to be. They were real people. Real people repeatedly called outcasts in their school, a community of cliques. There are few schools that deviate from the social moldings of Columbine High School. Columbine is Anyschool in Anytown. This is what Cliques think of Geeks, Nerds, and Dorks. Just take a look at the clique-infested waters of my school.
Except no one seems to want to admit the existence of these sharp-toothed tribes. Like every other school, the jocks and cool people are at the top of the food chain - the same stuck-ups who believe that they are better 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...