Alright, we’ve formed a community. We’ve formed a band. We’ve had a bar room brawl. Some of us have survived a tropical island. The next logical step is our own WB high school drama. Hell, we already have a prom king and queen.
I am Swiddles, the chick sitting in the back of your biology class, who loves her Doc Martens and with whom it is unwise to attempt to insult. She has no qualms about insulting your haircut. Apparently, she comes across as a toker, although she is really just a boring drama geek. She can sometime be wacky. She is destined to be voted “class extremist.” She will be quite proud of that honor.
I am monster, the girl who has inner turmoil because she wants to be a cheerleader, but cannot stand the cheerleaders. She simply wants to be popular and date the jocks, which also causes turmoil because she really loves the nerdy guy who gets all the A’s in the honor classes.
I am dogsbody, who generally sits in the front of the class (not so much to appear bright as to prevent sleep).
I am an English weenie, a language geek, a science fiction geek, a science geek, a brain, a gamer, a computer geek, likely to be caught reading ahead in my English textbooks.
I get along with almost all the cliques at school because I’m smart enough not to draw attention to myself, but I mostly hang out with the dopers, the metalheads, the “losers”, the artists and the sci-fi club (most of whom are in the same crowd).
My clothing, adornments and demeanor are generally neutral (more of the blending into the scenery schtick). I am unlikely to be voted anything, because no-one knows who I am (except my “geek” friends, and they’re not the voting kind).
I’m Erika, who is hovering somewhere in the math/science halway, or in the music hallway. Most of her friends are guys, and and most of them are geeks. She looks somewhat out of place, but is generally friendly, if quiet. She’s just eclectic enough to not really fit into any of the groups she’s on the edge of. She doodles excessively . . .
I am ssskuggiii, the talented singer/artsy type who dresses in modified retro styles with a gothic edge, but always flashy. Her seductive smile has all the guys wondering what she digs in a guy, but they shy away mostly because they don’t know if they fit the bill. I read good books and watch a lot of art/foreign films, and chill with the drama types occasionally, but the place to find me is anywhere that’s happening in the art crowd, especially the little underground coffeehouse nearby that used to be owned by an original beat generation writer. Tell me you like poems, and I ask to hear some and share some of my own. I stand out, and fit in at the same time, but in an odd way that no one understands, even me.
I am Maeglin, and I am a slacker. I don’t smile a whole lot in school, and generally make people uncomfortable when I talk to them because I don’t know shit about small talk. I dress in dark clothes, but am too inhibited to give in to my goth/punk impulses. Don’t even bother asking me what I got on the last test, because I am not going to tell you. You’ll find out how much better than you I did with no work when we get our class ranks. But I am not nearly as much of a badass as I would have you believe. I am a sucker for the debate team, and can be found traveling to tournaments two or three times per month. And yes, I’m in the band. I play clarinet, and don’t even think about knocking me for it. My friends are the disaffected types, generally younger or older than me.
I am Saint Zero. I’m another computer/sci fi/chess/fringe type geek. I probably work on the school computers. I bust up practical jokes, yet don’t get caught. I don’t seem to study much, yet pass all my classes. I get along with everyone, on the surface…
Deep down, I know I’m a loner. No one knows too much about me. I’m quiet, not flashy. Trustworthy.
I belong to no particular clique, but am accepted by most. An honor student who never does homework. A 4-year letterman who also belongs to the much maligned school dance squad. Friends with mostly guys but doesn’t have a boyfriend.
Hangs with the jocks, band geeks, drama freaks, burners, political activists & art wierdos. Hate giggling cheerleaders.
Not voted class anything but got runner-up for “Best Butt”& “Most Likely to Endanger the Life of a Pedestrian”.
I’m Catrandom,the smart fat chick that the teachers overlook because I don’t make any trouble. I’m actually too depressed to make trouble for anyone, but no one notices because I have no friends, being not even cool enough to make friends with my fellow losers. Just marking time and hoping that college will be better (it won’t be).
(Geeze, I’m bumming myself out. It’s much better now, really.)
Here’s struuter. She’s the one who can’t resist making everyone laugh. If she’s beautiful, she doesn’t know it. She’s more interested in considered clever and funny than in being chased–and since she’s seldom chased, she figures she’s got it right.
She the one in the Converse hightops and faded jeans. She’s a nonconfrontation nonconformist–passive aggressive? Maybe. She hang out with anybody except the kids in cliques. She’s the one spouting off bad movie quotes and using that self-depreciating humor to make you feel better. She’ll be laughing at Swiddles barbs, joking with monster, poking dogsbody awake, begging Erika for math/science help and listening to ssskuggiii’s poetry (clicking her fingers and nodding, “Yeah, groovy”).
She’s the one checking to see if you’re okay, but never letting you read the stuff she keeps writing in that funny notebook. She’s the one who’ll give you a ride to early morning band practice.
I’m pluto. Student body president, quarterback and captain of the football team, valedictorian, voted “Most Likely to Succeed”, president of the chess club, winner of the science fair, hearthrob of the entire senior class, male model, …
I am Biggirl. I am brash and loud and hang out with the popular, party people.
How is it that I get to hang out with the pretty, popular crowd? It must be my magnetic personality, my don’t-give-a-damn attitude and the fact that I mix a mean bacardi and coke.
And yet, even with all the partying, I still pass my classes with flying colors-- even physics! Go figure.
I am Sakura, the talented theater girl. I know which teachers to suck up to the most to get good parts in all the plays. Those not in my theater clique in SDMB High know me not as me, but as my roles. “Oh yeah - you’re the cross-dresser in Twelfth Night.” I have been voted “Browdway Bound”, but only because that’s what people know me for.
My fashion style is slightly preppy, but with an eccentric edge. Hair is always different one day to the next.
I’m smart enough to get into a couple of Honors classes, but don’t talk much there. My buds are mostly theater addicts, both girls and guys, & we have too many inside jokes that happend during rehersals that not many can understand our conversation.
I’m JoeyHemlock. I am spending a few episodes being the school’s drunken lush, showing that alcohol doesn’t make you cool. I’m going to be killed off in a horrific alcohol-related crash that injures one of the popular people. It’s all coming soon on a very special episode SDMBHS.
Hi, I’m EastMoGirl (my maiden name). I usually hang around with upper classmen because the kids in my grade are so immature. My very best friend though is the only girl in our class younger than me, her name is Legs. Even though she is the sweetest girl I know, I have a big inferiority complex whenever we meet boys. She has blonde hair and legs up to her neck.
Whenever I say, “I can’t do that because I’m too shy,” about anything my friends laugh hysterically and I don’t know why. I am incredibly shy.
I gave up doing homework a long time ago. If it can’t be done during school hours it isn’t worth cutting into my social time.
I’m Nocturne, usually seen either discussing something with the English teachers or in the choir room playing the piano while my circle of friends hold mock-fights with the chairs.
I hang out with the theater geeks, being one myself, and write poetry during math class, passing it over to ssskuggiii for critiquing. I get into heated debates in class and show that I have a dry, sarcastic wit and realistic outlook on life. I’m usually in hippie gear, sometimes venturing towards goth or swinger or punk, usually wearing lots of silver rings. My hair color changes often.
I don’t take too much needling before I explode.
Who’s my best friend? Probably pluto. I get along well with daydreamers.
