Social hierarchy in my American high school.

I though I posted this yesterday, it did not save, so I had to re-write, but hopefully I will get 2 up today.

Now I touched on the social dynamics in both my previous school and my current one in England, however, in order for you to have a true insight into my daily life then it’s vital that you (if you want of course) to comprehend the ‘social hierarchy’, that now with the benefit of hindsight and a few months extra experience I am now able explain to you. Now you may be thinking that by reading my blogs you’re effectively watching and American movie and well, I think I’m living one so you would be correct in assuming that.

(WANT TO ADD A SIDE NOTE THAT THIS RELATIVELY WELL THOUGHT OUT EXPLANATION WAS NOT IMMEDIATELY UNDERSTOOD, AND MY ‘SOCIAL HIERARCHY’ UNDERSTANDING IS STILL IN THE PROCESS.)

Now in London, there was a similar and intertwined social hierarchy at my boarding school to my home/family friends. Popularity in London was arguably based on wealth (superficial I know), but it was true, your group of friends would mainly consist of people who lived near you and you would mould into the typical stereotype for that area. For example in my area, Kensington, my dress sense was morphed by my peers, as well as the Boys I went for and the age I lost my virginity (which will be touched in in the next account). Another example is Camden, one of the druggiest and wealthiest areas in London, many people who live here morph into the characteristics of your typical ‘Camden’ resident. (someone who knew how to have fun). I suppose it is similar to America in some sense, because where you lives morphs you, but in London the areas are so close, meaning you are constantly socialising with people who are different to you and therefore your attitudes can be changed, I suppose it’s similar to New, New York, your Upper Easters are close to your Chelsea’s and close to your Brooklyn residents. (If that makes sense, probably doesn’t). So despite the fact that your friendship group may be small, your popularity could be based on your characteritic or the number of groups your friendly with  and where you live, (your wealth). Oh and also in London people aren’t obsessed with their popularity in the same way as London, there are thousands of groups in London, take your typical NWLondon crowd or your SW it’s impossible to determine people who are considered ‘cool’ unless you know them or have heard of them.

It’s important to note that whilst popularity was looked at in London, people did not focus on it, unlike the ways that an American high school does.

In America, or where I live the ‘social hierachy’ could not be more different to London, your school and friends are located and inhabit one area, so it allows there to be cliques that form the foundation of your popularity. I realised this allowed the ‘typical high school movies’ to be kind of accurate. I mean everyone did become known for a certain reason, but not to the extent described in movies, as people can often be more than one ‘thing;, group, clique and that I understand is why American citizens describe high school movies as ‘inaccurate’. I remember personally when moving there what and who am I going to be associated with, was I going to be a loner, or a nerd, a jock, I genuinely though I had to fit into one specific ‘group’.

I want to explain my position in the ‘caste’ system, without trying to sound too cringe (but I don’t know how possible that would be). So here it goes: I know this may be strange, but just like I have explained, I wanted at the beginning of high school to create distance between my self and my cohort, not make genuine connections, that would be broken in less than a year. But as hard as it is to distance yourself, it’s harder to continuously do it. For me, it was more difficult because I was a ‘new, (maybe considered hot/fit), British. As much as I tried to isolate myself, it became more difficult, I think it made people more curious, it made people want to invite me places, I think people wanted to see my characteristics.

It was odd, because when I moved I thought that because I was senior friendships groups would be cemented and secure, meaning I would not be noticed, but I was extremely wrong. This can be evidenced from my beginning to eat in the cafeteria not the IT suite. everybody ate here because no one could be bothered to leave the school to eat more edible food, which massively contrasted to my delicious boarding school meals.

I don’t  want this account to be my describing my ‘fortunate’ position in the high school hierarchy, but luckily in a matter of weeks I had become friendly with a group of girls that were quietly admired by the entire schools population. These girls (whose names will be changed), I think just like me didn’t make an effort with boys, didn’t wear excessive makeup and didn’t care about the social hierarchy and thats what made them respected. Amy, was sporty and was an unbelievable tennis player, although she didn’t shout her accomplishments to the entire world, Annabelle, as well as being the nicest girl to live loved her fashion just like me and Ruby, was an blazè intellect and never seemed to make an effort with her school work but achieved A’s constantly.  Then there was Libby, Lili and Mala, who were all the funniest people to live and laugh with. They made up the majority of my friends, and allowed me to not constantly miss my best friends in London.

And thats what my high schools social hierarchy consisted it and my place it.

I know my accounts have gotten less formal, so if you prefer them more formal comment.

Sorry if this account is not as good, wanted to get it up after my stupidity not saving it.

Petal

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