All the Young Conformists.

I love our group so much, so here is a blog post telling everyone about us.

In year 9 and 10 I somehow managed to get involved in a group of people that others often refer to as "the cabbages". In case you don't know, a cabbage describes an exceptionally mentally challenged person (quite unlike the French term of endearment, mon petit chou). I always felt terribly out-of-place, knowing (not modestly, either) the fact that my brain power is far above theirs. I don't think of myself as a terribly smart being, but I do know, at least, that I am smarter than them.
Thankfully, I was granted escape when conflict arose and I expelled myself from the group. It involved a visit to the councilors office (not instigated by me at all) and several heated conversations, but finally I was out.

By year 11 I'd managed to form a new group (or at least, I was a part of a small group that, through certain connections, became bigger). It started with a few, and to this day has grown to around a dozen. I don't really bother to count, but it is quite large. Last year was probably our biggest so far, with three or four new arrivals (one not welcomed by some in the end...). Now that year's seventh formers, Josie and Tabi, have gone their respective ways, and Nadia, Emma and Charlie have left also, we have dwindled a teeny bit. It's very weird being in mufti now while the majority is still wearing ugly skirts and shirts. Nah nah, younglings!

I suppose we influence each other quite a lot; we got Jess to come camping with us for a week; Keryn's kayak adventure rekindled my love of being aboard water vessels (oh, how I'd so love to go white rafting again!); Leone awoke Isaac's met-ero-sex-ual side :D

We have an abundance of inside jokes, little things that at the slightest mention will easily get everyone laughing.
We do extravagant things together, such as camping for a week in the almost-middle-of-nowhere.
We all come from rather different backgrounds and have rather different ideals. Unlike other clique-y groups at our school, we go our own ways with subject selections (and just thank luck if one or more of us are placed in the same class!). I have heard of girls who do things only because their friends are doing them.
Our religious views differ, the countries and neighborhoods we were born in differ, the ways our families are formed differ, and the places we have chosen to go in the future differ.
It's fantastic being in a group with so many different personalities; I suppose being on the outside of the popular kids has shown me that there's so much more value in spending lunchtimes listing all the countries of the world without the aid of an atlas than discussing our sexual experiences (or lack thereof) and previous boyfriends in detail. (There have been times in class where I wish I could blot out the conversations going on across the room.)

Have I finished? I think I'm done spewing my brain all over the place.

So anyway, the thing I was meaning to write about all along was the title; we- we being the early joiners of this blog site- have pressured some others into joining. Conformists!

Thanks for reading, m'dears :3
Au revoir!