The people at my school can be
conveniently split into two groups, the Honors and the
Advanced. Honors classes are at a higher and harder level
than advanced classes, the only official distinction between
But unofficially, the two words open up
two worlds, two ways of life so different from one another
that you are either one or the other, but never, never both.
Well, according to the student stereotype anyway.
The typical Honors kid is a nerd. No
life, no fun, just a bag full of books and a head full of
pomp. He possesses not an ounce of streets smarts, only
residing in books and grades. Always thinking of the future,
the Honors kid clings onto the GPA ranking list for dear
life. Constantly chatting about school, tenaciously clawing
for points, obviously he does not know the definition of
The advanced kid is a lazy druggie.
Stoned in class, hung over by morning, the kid sure knows
how to have a good time. He may not pass the TAKS but he can
definitely survive on the mean streets. Indifferent to
classes, disrespectful to teachers, the advanced kid leads a
fabulous and colorful social life. Fun? Thatís his middle
And so the war begins. Having classes
with one group is a way of life. Every individual is
suddenly part of a group, sworn into loyalty whether they
like it or not. The Honors arrogantly look down upon their
inferior brothers while the Advanced rigorously shake their
heads at the pontificating windbags.
A kid in the middle? Oh, that rarely
happens. But a slight crack in the colliding worlds may free
one or two middle-ground beings. They are the only ones that
know the truth, that the stereotypes are extremes, and that
the majority of the people actually fall somewhere in the