In high school, we stereotyped. You've all seen Mean Girls; even across the pond we have the jocks, the becks, the chavs who come high to the exams and fail their GCSEs; the nerds, the dorks, and the ones that utter about three words per term and whose name you probably don't even know. In Sixth Form, everyone breaks down that invisible barrier, and, more or less, integrates themselves. With this kind of social climate, it's easier to admit that you're a Harry Potter geek; a Twilight nerd; a Trekkie. And, as it turns out, everyone's a secret nerd for something.
I, for example, am a movie nerd.
Every few weeks, I gather a few of my closest friends and host a movie night. We sit in, we cuddle up, and we watch. Due to my rather expansive DVD collection, I will probably be hosting these well into my thirties. And though this alcohol-less, drug-less, sex-less event may seem dull and ordinary to some of you, nights in may surprise you.
Taking advantage of the rare four-day-weekend, on Sunday evening, six good friends braved the cold, English winter weather, and gathered in my living room to experience the mind-blowing phenomenon that is Fight Club. Now, this short episode of my life is not about the film itself. Make no mistake, Fight Club is an extraordinary, marvellous piece of culture, and I could talk extensively on the topic. But we shall leave that discussion for another day.
When the film was over, we were far too energetic and excitable to settle down and watch another. Our bubbly and mildly hilarious friend Pedro leapt at the opportunity and introduced us to a new game: Party Quirks. The game is played as follows: one person, the "host" of the party, leaves the room, whilst the others decide on different "quirks" that one another will have as the different "party guests." The host comes back into the room and must guess the different quirks that the guests at his party have.
Our various party guests included an old man in a bathtub, a Chilean miner, a dentist, along with the entire evolution of man. Perhaps the most difficult party quirk given to me was the inability to speak any vowels; I immediately tried to think up as may vowel-less words as possibile, but could only come up with "why" and "rhythm", which in itself made for some very interesting conversation, and some pretty radical dance moves.
As you can see, my friends and I are a very particular class of nerd- but at least we have rhythm :)
Until Next Time...
When the film was over, we were far too energetic and excitable to settle down and watch another. Our bubbly and mildly hilarious friend Pedro leapt at the opportunity and introduced us to a new game: Party Quirks. The game is played as follows: one person, the "host" of the party, leaves the room, whilst the others decide on different "quirks" that one another will have as the different "party guests." The host comes back into the room and must guess the different quirks that the guests at his party have.
Our various party guests included an old man in a bathtub, a Chilean miner, a dentist, along with the entire evolution of man. Perhaps the most difficult party quirk given to me was the inability to speak any vowels; I immediately tried to think up as may vowel-less words as possibile, but could only come up with "why" and "rhythm", which in itself made for some very interesting conversation, and some pretty radical dance moves.
As you can see, my friends and I are a very particular class of nerd- but at least we have rhythm :)
Until Next Time...
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