Personal Narrative: Fitting Group Of Friends

Another problem with high school cliques is that kids in them feel superior to some of the student who have trouble socially or are reluctant to be in a social situation. For example, a student transfers to new school and doesn’t know anyone. The cliques seem to feel superior because they already have an established group of friends, while the newcomer is still struggling. This would be a great opportunity for the high school counselor or the teachers to help students feel included in the high school social scene by introducing them to kind and friendly students. Cliques tend to have the same ideas or follow the same opinions on different topics. They usually think alike. When someone new enters the picture, they may have new ideas and opinions that may clash with the existing group. Their solution is to exclude that particular person, in order to keep their social circle “normal” in their minds, so they don’t have to change their thinking. “If students only spend time with others who are like them racially, socially, or otherwise they may never learn how to live and work with people who are different.” (Kay Herting Wahl, a University of Minnesota assistant professor of educational psychology) Cliques are so exclusive in this generation and kids are only associating with other very similar to themselves. This does not allow them to explore different people from different experiences or life

I 'm scared to start over so maybe that 's why I am not going out of my way to make new friends. I tell myself that I should just focus on school, but I know it 's my anxiety telling me that I won’t be accepted. I chose to talk about this experience because this is something i am experiencing now and I knew once i talked about it, I could start making progress to being happy st this school. I don’t really understand why people don’t seem to like but I think it’s just because they don’t know me yet. Ive realized that friends aren 't just going to fall into my lap and I 've already started to sign up for a few clubs so hopefully some good will come from it.

As I got a little older I struggled to make many friend. But friends did matter to me, because I had something better then friends, to me, dogs where more important then

Most people didn't have friends because they were focused on finding jobs and surviving, but if they had friends they would go through the same things together. Friendship makes life so much more fulfilling versus living in isolation and loneliness.

Throughout my high school experience up until now I've been alone, I've never had a group of friends, or any friends at all. At times I'd feel sad, hoping that someone would try and talk to me, but I struggled with attempting to put in the effort to strengthen any bonds with

Junior year was the year that I was elected at Konawaena High School's Student Body Corresponding Secretary and the junior class Vice President. With these two major responsibilities, I found it difficult to balance the duties of an officer, school assignments, and having a job. I found myself prioritizing my roles as an officer over my school work, which you can only imagine did not work out so well. Throughout the school year I realized that I almost became a zealot about student activities, and this is where things in my social life went wrong, or so I thought. Friends of mine since the very beginning starred to become nothing but familiar faces, and soon enough, nothing but memories. I then began looking at the priorities of my "friends" and the priorities that I had for myself. They did not seem to match up. I soon found myself with a new group of people on

They would always get into new things, like a movie or a show, pretty much anything, and I felt like I had to get into that specific point of interest, even if I didn't enjoy it myself, in order to converse with them. It was very difficult to talk to them unless you knew about what they were talking about, and it would somehow always focus on that specific topic, even if the subject gets changed slightly. Sometimes, I even felt like some of my interests were ignored, which didn't feel good and made my experiences with them less enjoyable. Even when I finally manage to get myself into their current interest, they seem to move on to a new one almost immediately. There was also pointless angst as well as drama in that friend group, and all of that didn't make the friendship easier for me. I didn't leave the group because I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, plus I felt that I would be judged and my social life there could be ruined at Quest if I tried. I wasn't worried because I cared about what many people there thought of me, I just felt like it would cause problems when trying to work on group projects with people. To this day, this is still a decision I regret. This is because later on in my second year here I found another friend group with less drama and pressure than my original one. Due to me being scared, however, I didn't get to hang out with them much. It makes me disappointed that my

Every school has its own weird cliques: jocks, rich kids, geeks, general misfits, future drug addicts, current drug addicts, etc. My school had a group of girls who were seemingly linked only by the fact their brothers worked at a local McDonald's. This is all to say, these labels are mostly meaningless. Making new friends requires opening yourself up to people you might not see as potential bestie material on the surface. Despite pressure from others, try never to judge people by their clothes, race, gender, or anything other than how they treat you. Some of your most faithful friends might come from surprising

I’ve always been an outsider, it’s been hard for me to build friendships and relationships. Not too long ago, there I sat in the corner of the room in the way back, trying to hide from the world, and be myself. I didn’t really want to get involved with anything or anyone. I was afraid to open up, talk to others, maybe because I was afraid to get rejected. Until, I met the best people I could ever meet, my best friends Marisa Mendoza, Jessica Contreras and Deseray Reyes, the ones who up to this day have sticked by my side, at my best, and worst moments. They have all been a big part of my life, I can enjoy every minute I spend with them. For me, they aren’t only my friends they are like my sisters.

The school year approached its end. Another summer to spend alone by myself. The cycle had been repeating since I was in grade school. Sadness choked me as I returned home and shut my door. Every year, the resolution was the same: I would try to make friends next year; however, every year, I felt myself falling back down into the same trap. By the time high school began, I no longer felt the numb sensation of sadness or the flow of tears as the final day of May became the last day I talked with my “friends.” I no longer expected to make any friends, or, more accurately, I no longer expected to be able to make any friends. The sheer possibility of befriending an individual appeared to me as foreign as speaking in latin. When I walked into school, what should have been a site of chatter, opportunity, and growth appeared to me as a form of imprisonment and torture; however, unbeknownst to me, I did have friends; something of which I did not recognize until years passed by. I grown attached to certain conversations; there were times where I felt the need to initiate a conversation rather than waiting for someone else to make one. It was not until one of my friends told me,”We’re your friends aren’t we?” when I realized I was not longer

As teenagers, we’re all told in high school that “These are the best years of your life! Don’t waste them!” or something to that extent. Though in reality, high school is nothing more than a stress filled scramble to find your own identity or at the very least, one that will allow you to survive the next four years of hormones and midnight cram sessions. Some people find it unnaturally easy to find their clique, and others struggle to do so. I fall in with the latter category.

In high school surviving is the hardest things to do, when anyone first come there. The best thing to do is finding a clique of people and join them. Finding different cliques are not that hard, but knowing who they are and adapting the environment is one of the hardest thing to do in high school. Finding a wrong clique can lead anyone straight down to a life of hell or worse. Students who entering high school can identify the types of cliques of student are in, and join up with whatever cliques that their find is good for them.

For as long as I can remember I’ve had the same group of friends, but coming into high school I met a lot of new people. I met some of my best friends here and my boyfriend.I’ve reached out to a lot of different people I didn’t really expect to be friends with. I learned that you really can’t judge a book by a cover and that probably sounds cliche, but some of the people I thought I’d never get along with became some of my really good friends.

For four long years I felt as if my high school was in a different world in of itself. I had spent that time interacting with an extensive amount of groups, or “cliques”, and getting to know what they do. Through my experiences, I had begun to realize what made this “subculture” high school of sorts run like it did. High school is an incredibly dynamic time for people, and I had changed as a person dramatically from my freshman to senior year. Like many, my freshman year was quite awkward, as remnants of my middle school self remained with me. As time went on, how, I talked to more people and grew out of my passive and shy personality. This did not just randomly happen without reason though. I began to learn and realize who I was and whom I enjoyed talking to in school, which explained why I spent so much time socializing with multiple kinds and groups of people. Everyone’s concept of “normal” was different, and high school was where I learned that lesson and will never forget.

It was Tuesday, July 18th. I was a nervous wreck. In desperate need of clothes to wear to impress... her. I begged my best friend Todd to join me at Woodfeild mall. He gave in and we went. Todd and I shopped for hours. Nothing looked good enough for...her. We were running out of time. I made-do with four short sleeve shirts from Champs and two pairs of sweatpants shorts from h&m. The total came out seventy dollars. We walked out and got into Todds car. I was shaking the entire ride home. Will she like it? Am I going to look fat? What about my acne? What if she doesn’t end up liking me? Nothing else crossed my mind as we pulled up to my house and I was dropped off. There was around an hour and a half until I had to leave. I walked inside