Erin I traveled to Lexington yesterday morning to pick up Emily from
cheerleading camp. Camp ended with a competition of squads performing new
cheers they learned . It was neat to watch and to see all the different
uniform styles and colors. Hair bows are part of the uniform for most
schools, but I still think wearing them the way our coach wants them
looks…well, silly.
The drive home was harrowing. For nearly 90 minutes I drove
half the speed limit (or even slower than that at times) through a horrendous
thunderstorm. With my wipers going as fast as they could go, I crept
along with my emergency lights flashing in hopes that nobody would rear-end us.
At one point, lightning struck a tree just in front of us alongside the
road. There was a brilliant flash of light followed by a shower of
blazing sparks, and a most delightful bang. WOW!!! The girls didn’t
even wake up. I considered pulling off the road several times, but was
concerned I might run into somebody who was already off, or maybe somebody
would hit me. It was very hard to see.
Just before the rain became a bad storm, we stopped at a
restaurant for lunch. Emily was starving because camp food was not so
wonderful. The girls talked at warp speed; lots of catching up to do after
4 days of separation. I like to listen to them. It’s interesting to see how their world is so
different from how mine was at age 17.
For one thing, kids are much more casual about sex (that’s no
surprise given what is in the media these days). There was lots of
discussion about who is doing who, who is mad at who, who has announced
they are gay/bi/lesbian. One interesting part of the conversation
was, “He’ll do anything that’s wearing lipstick.” Later, as they were
talking about someone else, “OMG! He’ll do anything that moves.” How can I not laugh at a comment like that?
At one point, they were discussing recent sub-tweets (subversive
tweets on twitter). This is when you say one thing for the purpose of not
saying what you really mean. Sub-tweets can be positive or negative, but
most of the time they are negative. E.G., a girl tweets, “I’m so lonely
now that a blonde slutty bitch stole my boyfriend”. Or, “I had no
idea Joe likes fat girls”. Of course the person who makes the comment
knows everybody knows who she’s targeting.
I also learned there is a whole different classification system
than when I went to school. In my high school, you were popular, or not
popular. I was definitely not popular. It’s much more complicated
now. The kids fall into cliques, and you can change from one clique to
another over time (well some cliques anyway), but you can’t belong to two at once (no clique
hybrid kids).
Clique
|
Description
|
Average
|
Anyone
who doesn’t belong in another clique
|
Nerd
|
Bookworm
type, very good grades, high achiever
|
Band
Geek
|
Anyone
in band regardless of other characteristics
|
Prep
|
Designer
label clothes, expensive cars, upper class neighborhood, arrogance, expensive
vacations
|
Slut
|
Promiscuous
girl
|
Slut
Wanna Be
|
Girl
who pretends to be a slut so she can get boys to like her
|
Lesbians
|
Girls
who do girls (duh)
|
Jocks
|
Athlete
boys or girls
|
Emo
|
Wears
black, hair dyed black, dark eye makeup, acts depressed and sullen, cuts where people can see it
|
Goth
|
Dresses
like Emo but doesn’t cut, heavy metal music, piercings
|
Scene
Kids
|
Look-at-me
types, crazy hair and makeup (Google for images)
|
Druggies
|
People
who drink and do drugs and want everyone to know it
|
Weirdo
or Outcast
|
Somebody
who doesn’t fit any clique and is not Average
|
I asked my girls which clique(s) they belong to. Fortunately,
they both said they are Average. Erin commented that she was a Weirdo
until she got a boyfriend this year. How sad for her, but oddly enough, both girls
have always had plenty of friends. There is no clique for gay boys.
Apparently girls are much more likely to admit they are lesbian or bi than boys
are.
I’m sure it can’t all be so cut and dry, but high school is a
dreadful place these days. My girls are excited about being seniors,
worried about all the big decisions they have to make soon, but at the same
time, so ready to get high school over with.
They are ready to get on with their lives.
Average? |
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