Anyone else been "rejected" in high school?

[Longgrain]

I mean, did you ever find your clique?

Did people treat you differently for some reason...

Or were you just an outcast?

[sundog]

1. Every human being is alone

Some just come to that realization earlier than others.

Acceptance is just a fleeting illusion.

[qnr]

3. Except accepting that you're alone, of course.

Or something like that....

[sundog]

13. Acceptance is a very broad word...

One one level, acceptance can be simply a sense of belonging.

On another level, acceptance can be an internalization & comprehension.

And again, acceptance can imply a peace.

[GainesT1958]

2. I was kind of "Relagated"...

To our school's version of the isle of misfit toys. Did manage to have SOME friends who were "popular", though...didn't grovel over 'em or anything like that...let them come to ME if they wanted to. The ones who did, I considered people who were genuine and of quality. The others...well, they were just plain a**holes!x(

B-)

[InvisibleTouch]

4. I never had a "clique" in high school...

...and didn't want one. Happy as a solitary life-form. :)

[Longgrain]

7. I never had one...but I wanted one...

Could the popular kids tell me what I missed out on?

[loudestchick]

5. No, I was exceedingly cool! j/k Who hasn't been rejected for one reason

or another...jeesh! Longgrain, I love ya man, but eat some chocolate already!:hug:

[LostInAnomie]

6. I was actually very popular in high school.

Suck it losers.

[Kire]

8. I finally got a clique in HighSchool.

I was always relagated to the geek table, and I always felt out of place, even there. In High School, new things started happening. We started growing our hair long, shaving it in weird places, wearing combat boots with laces with colors that meant different things and listening to heavy metal, punk rock, "industrial", and what had become "alternative". What a relief.

[givemebackmycountry]

9. I was a stoner

So, I was too wasted to actually give a shit.

But, strangely I was 6'4" so I was also on the basketball team.

Best of both worlds!

[JimmyJazz]

10. I was a total outcast.

[Longgrain]

11. Please explain

and I'll tell you more...

[JimmyJazz]

14. When i graduated from HIGH SCHOOL - I was 4'11" and

weighed 92 pounds. I looked like I was 12. I never dated and I only went to high school part time (I was in the gym for 1/2 days). I wasn't in *any* clique and I was very mousy, introverted and shy. What else do you want to know?

[Longgrain]

16. I dropped out of high school...

For a year I went to a school for Teens with behavioral problems.

I did not belong there.

[Not_Giving_Up]

12. I was pretty much an outcast

I did form an alliance with three other outcasts...if you can call that a clique.

[mike_c]

15. oh I found my "clique" alright....

I went to a rural high school in Virginia during the early seventies. This was the sort of place where "risky behavior" usually meant smuggling booze into sock hops-- remember those?-- or having sex in steamy out of the way parking spots.

I was a freak, back in the day when the term had meaning. I didn't actually finish high school, and while that's another story, it's still kind of germane to this one. It was bad chemistry from the start. 30 years later I would have definitely been one of those kids in black trench coats.

Now, you have to understand that I started using drugs at an early age, and by the time I was in high school I was a hardcore stoner with a real penchent for halucinogenics. I once calculated that during 10th grade-- my last full year in high school, at 15-- I dropped acid two or three times a week for the entire year. I bought and sold sheets of blotter (mostly NOT in school- the customer base there was still pretty small at that time), so the primary determinant of how frequently I "did my paperwork" was the length of the refractory period between trips.

So during that sophomore year in high school the assistant principal began to catch hints and whispers that the school might have a nascent "drug problem," so he began an investigation. He spent most of the year digging into it, interviewing students (myself included, several times), and even spending the day cruising headshops in Washington D.C. "undercover," looking for students he recognized. I kid you not-- that's how I came to be first interviewed-- he saw me skipping school in Georgetown, or at least that's what he told me. Since there were so few of us actually doing that, I must have been one of his only catches. Or maybe he lied.

The result of the investigation was a list of students who were believed to be involved in the school's "drug problem." Years later I learned that the list became an official county document, a watch list that ultimately contained over a thousand names. During its first year however-- my sophomore and last year in high school-- it was initiated with only eight names-- the extent of the "drug problem" at my high school-- which I presume are still enshrined in a file or microfiche somewhere in Loudoun County, Virginia, unless the FBI ultimately inherited it when the secretaries tired of typing all the names in later years when there were LOTS of stoners.

My name was number three on the initial list of eight. Thirty-five years later I am still proud of that accomplishment.

[ralps]

17. I had my own clique of three friends.

We were somewhat artistic, not the greatest lookers in the world but we liked each other.
:hi: :pals:

[Longgrain]

19. I know what it's like...

From my experience...you were lucky to have those three friends...

[DS1]

18. My clique was the rejection clique, and boy, did we ~ever~

take it out on everyone.

Fuck, I can't even begin to talk about the revenge we took on the 'popular' ones without ending up in jail. So I'll leave it at that.

Go Red Sox!