I met some friends in the end of 10th, beginning of 11th, who were in the popular group so I finished off high school in that group and got to see both sides.
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By my senior year in high school, I was friends with every group.
quote by Shane West
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Oppression is something that one group of people commits against another group specifically because of a threatening characteristic shared by the latter group.
quote by Robin Morgan
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As a 9th grader, I competed with the high school kids and out of 600 people, I finished 10th.
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I had my group of friends, you know, like my real group of friends, and then I had, like, party friends.
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Annoying people
You think you’re so cool,
Just because you’re popular you think you rule the school.
Well here’s some news for you,
We go to this school to.
We are not nerds that are dumb,
We have a big group and don’t hang out with our mum.
We’re cool as well,
Not some weirdos under a spell.
We’re up with the fashion,
And full of passion.
We go to night clubs,
And hang out at pubs.
Remember think twice,
Before you laugh at us or you’ll pay the price.
See you tomorrow at school,
Only this time its not you that rule the school.
We are just like you chatty, loud and cool
poem by Kelly Kramm
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On a group of theories one can found a school; but on a group of values one can found a culture, a civilization, a new way of living together among men.
quote by Ignazio Silone
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Of Cliques and Monopoly
Doesn't everyone have to forgive themselves
For the half-formed, maladaptive masks
They once wore in youth? In school, I lived for years
Underneath a knitted navy blue cape
All through junior high, worn daily
To disguise newly sprouted breasts
And complementary curves in other places
They must have wondered then
If I had any arms at all, under there?
It was a teenage security blanket extraordinaire
Thank god, the cape finally gave way
Before high school, under it's relentless use.
By high school, I wanted to defy being labeled
Terrified of belonging to one particular sub-group
I lived in a shades-of-blue uniform all year;
Steel blue shirts, navy pants
No bright yelling colors, no makeup..
No school uniform could have been stricter-
I defied both convention and classification
Only my hair was unkempt, always in my eyes
Part of the covert rebellion perhaps:
I was in the army of one.
Since I refused steadfastly to identify with anything
I unwittingly joined ranks with the only group that fit me:
The outcasts. At lunch in the cafeteria; we, the dregs
Of high school society, sat at the edges of the room;
On the very last table; rungs on a ladder going nowhere,
And we fit together like a hinge
Swinging from side to side, as the doors opened,
And more often closed, on our expectations and ambitions:
Only one of us went to the prom
And not the one you would have guessed
One did drugs sometimes, but none of the others ever admitted to it.
I was the closet drinker no one knew about;
Always able to keep a secret, no matter what
My grades were really too high for the outcast group,
But therein lay it's beauty: no where else to go.
I never understood that my decision
To pledge myself to nobody and nothing
Exiled me by default, into the group that nobody wanted to be in
I have always underestimated the effect of decisions
Everything has always been all or nothing; black or white
Which means in monopoly terms, I always had overwhelming
Victories and defeats
And in my now-habitual role of non-conformist,
I have never been
To even a single high school reunion:
Somehow, I think they are not surprised.
poem by Patti Masterman
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A group of us started a community center in Santa Monica. We've tried different programs, and three have worked really well. A poetry group. Once a week we visit Venice High and talk to girls at risk.
quote by Lisa Bonet
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Any New York group can come to L.A. and sell out every show, but an L.A. group who goes to New York might not do the same because the audience hasn't been introduced to the group.
The greater the loyalty of a group toward the group, the greater is the motivation among the members to achieve the goals of the group, and the greater the probability that the group will achieve its goals.
quote by Rensis Likert
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I acted in junior high in the junior high school group, and then when I got into senior high I was, you know, the main actor of the senior high school.
quote by Richard Foreman
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I rode in a nine-day charity ride recently, averaged 43km a day and still finished in the lead group. I'm 38, not quite finished yet.
quote by Greg LeMond
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Once Strangers
We were once strangers
Strangers that went to school together
Which lead to a class together
It was nothing special at first
I brought winterfresh gum for you everyday
It use to be your favorite gm
Last period use to be my favorite time
Especially on Tuesday's
You always had a new story
A story that was about your life
Everyday you where there nothing bad could happen
Soon school ended and you went to Waterbury
Once in awhile you would come back to Torrington
However I still called you everyday
10th grade came by and you weren't there
Had to go through 10th and 11th be myself
You came back for 12th grade
I was the happiest person in the world
I had my best friend back
Now you've graduated and moving on
I however went backwards
Didn't listen to what you would say
Now I have to watch you go off to college
I couldn't be happier for you
I wish you the best of luck
I know you will go far.
poem by Ashley Olson
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What's in a Group Name
Why are fish uneducated
When they frequently go to school
If shoal we call a group of fish,
Sometimes there's no fish in a shoal
Starfish, silverfish, cuttlefish
Under what grouping shall they fall
A group of apes shrewdness we call
But they're not shrewd, no, not at all
How to measusre a leopards' leap
Is it by dozen or by feet?
There's one thing common in between
The tiny legumes and the whales
The little legumes can make a pod
The leviathans also can
A group of bears can make a sloth
But many sloths can't make a bear
Herons and bitterns make a siege
Though enemy they do not have
A group of cattle is called a herd
A herd of swan, crane and curlew?
A funny thing, but that I've heard
Not only geese can make a skein
But also thread, silk, wool and yarn
A skein of thread up in the air
Is still a skein, no matter where
A skein of geese high up above
Becomes a gaggle when they land
Why do Platipi make a pile
When they can't even make a fire
Or whenever they make a pile
On top each other do not climb
A group of wildfowl I starved
With or without food they are plump
They said the choughs made chatterings
But I did not hear anything
The rooks are birds so wonderful
They make buildings without a tool
But the name rook is a misnomer
Gambler nor cheats, they are neither
Snipes in a walk that I have seen
Were not on foot but in the air
poem by Pacific Hernandez
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The Cold War
The Cold War. (Norway 1964)
A group of ten men in cheap suits and hats, crew on a Soviet ship
anchored in the bay. Walked around the streets looking at window
displays. Suddenly one of the men broke away from the group,
he ran down a side road, but was swiftly caught by the local police,
who had followed the group a discreet distance; only few people
noticed the incident. The fugitive sat on the pavement crying, was
forced to join the group. The man, now surrounded by the others,
had no escape. They walked around a little longer like nothing odd
had happened, then they headed back to the docks where a boat
picked them up and drove them back to their vessel in the bay.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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May 10th
May 10th, is one day amongs all
may 10th pass through me slowly with a word to hold unto
may 10th was sitting waiting to fulfill purpose yet we were blind with fate of foolishness
may 10th took something from the world with pride without regret of pain and lost
may 10th why must you come to pass now
may 10th was a slow moving day moving with
boldness seeking for something precious
may 10th standing at my gate yet i see him not
O what a lostful day to the world
may 10th why must you come to pass at my reign without seeking from me first
may 10th my unforgetable day
it gain more to forgive and forget but how can i forget
may 10th took something worth more than gold from the world
can the world ever forgive and forget that day
may 10th may 10th may 10th can you hear me
u are not to be forgotten by mistake believe me i forgive you but i cann't forget that painful day when you took away my mentor my grand father
may 10th 2011 6: 50pm.
poem by Senator alufalism
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I Hate Feeling Like This
I thought this summer
I can forget you, but the truth is that I can't
I'm so weak
It kept haunting me every day and night
I hate feeling like this
It hurt me too much
I keep tearing my eyes out because
I don't have you here to be with me and be happy with
I keep telling my friends that I'm over you and all happy, but
At end of day I go back loving you and crying over you
This routine keep happen
I hate lying to my friends and
Say that I'm ok and fine when I'm not
I feel so ashamed and guilty
I can't help how I feel deep about you
I hate feeling like this
I eat junk foods to cheer me up
I gain weight and I don't want to do any of this anymore
I want to break this cycle
I wish I talk with you again
Maybe it will help me realized things
Like their other guys and I need to let you go, but
You are annoying me
The only way I can get over you
If I talk with you for the last time
This is my entire fault how things turn out
I was afraid to take risks
He and I was from different group
He is in popular group and I wasn't
I was afraid his friends won't like me and
How my friends will react and take us going out
I never told him why
I didn't say yes
I just didn't want to hurt you anymore
It's too late now
I hate feeling like this
All guilty, ashamed and alone
I'm so dumb
It going haunt me for rest of my life all because
I didn't go out with you
I hate feeling like this
poem by Christina Phan
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Sad picture piece
The picture we took together
And put together piece by piece
All of us as a Group
With smiles on our faces we
Were laughing together
Creating what we thought
Was a big happy picture
Now in the future we look
At that big picture piece
And see a sad picture piece
Comparing it to today, most of us…
Dead, war reached us.
What use to be happy picture piece.
Turned to what it really was.
A sad picture piece we put together
As a Group.
Smiling, laughing, naive
Naïve of what the future
Could bring
Friends dying, revealing what they
Really did with there life
In the past, happy as can be
Together wishing for more
Seeing that picture now
Remembering all the thing’s I had
In the past, also with things I lost
Now you see a picture with lies
But also the truth
Both makes the group shot of friends
We put together
A big, but small sad picture piece.
poem by Marcellus Watts
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Channel Zero
[Canibus]
Approximately fifty years ago
under the direction of President Harry Truman
and in the interest of national security
A group of twelve top military scientific personnel were established
This group's primary objective
was to desensitize us to the truth
And to suppress the material evidence that our planet is being visited
by a group of extraterrestrial biological entities called the grays
Tune in to channel zero (8X)
[Canibus]
Yo
song performed by by Canibus from Can-I-Bus
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I had friends at school, but I was never part of a gang and I dreamed of that sense of belonging to a group. You know, where people would call me 'Em' and shout across the bar, 'Em, what are you drinking?' after the show.
quote by Emily Mortimer
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