They were the anti-heroes, rebels without cars, and the targets of many an affectionate note passed furtively during class, or else slipped under the metal doors of their lockers. With their hair carefully combed into their eyes and the latest Vision Street Wear tees on their backs, the skateboarders were every bit as fashionable as the jocks, but without having to buy into all that school spirit. Still, the true “cool” table, the place where the school’s social superstars set their trays, belonged to the skaters. In my high school, for example, a seat at the jocks’ table was something to covet, while eating lunch with the band geeks was liable to earn you a place on a bully’s wedgie list. And each table, in turn, exudes a certain caché (or lack of the same) that stems from belonging to these groups. A brief glance around the room will often reveal the rigid divisions among different groups, as jocks, stoners, nerds, cheerleaders, band geeks, and other collectives maintain their separate tables with an insular protectiveness. Your typical high school cafeteria is, among other things, an ideal venue for sociological study.
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