Garret P., graduate of Cherry Creek High School, 1988: I went to Cherry Creek, almost 4000 students, and the biggest thing was, if you found one group in high school who was going to give everybody else shit and go out of their way to make people miserable, it was the athletes. I’m a huge sports fan, I love sports, it’s a lot of fun, but I couldn’t tolerate any jock I went to high school with. It just got a little ridiculous. I mean, the Spanish Club isn’t going to give you shit, the Spanish Club isn’t going to go out of their way to find you; they’re worried about their fundraising and making money so that they can go to Spain. The Computer Club is not going to give you shit, they want to work on their computers. The jocks are the one specific group that tends to go out of their way to make life miserable for everybody else, which is kind of unfortunate.
Chris Plummer, graduate of Arapahoe High School in Littleton, 1995: Arapahoe was pretty much like what every high school was like. You had the jock group, the preppies, then like the nerds and the kids who were into heavy metal and then punk rockers. And the drama kids. It was always the jocks and the preppies [who ruled the roost]. I think that’s the way it is at every school, though. I’m sure it’s going to be that way for a long time. I don’t see any reason why it would stop.
I was in the punk-rocker section, kept a lot to myself because the main groups didn’t care for me or the people I hung out with so [I was] ostracized a lot of the time.
There’d be fights now and then, most of the time people just talking crap back and forth to one another. That being said, I was in a group that was smaller than the jock group and we had to watch our step. We couldn’t take it too far, had to take a lot of crap from people.
On the last days before I graduated, in one of my senior classes, I was forced to do a group project with one other kid who happened to be the captain of the soccer team, and we did the project together and we got to talking, and at the end he said something along the lines of, “Wow, I didn’t realize you were like this, I could have been hanging out with you,” and I was like, “Well, it’s a little bit four years late.” And the last couple of days I’d be walking down the halls of the school and the jocks that had always given me crap looked at me, smiled, and nodded and said hello, and it just cracked me up that that could have happened any time during the four years, just they weren’t willing to talk to me.
It was interesting, I was watching the news the other night, and they were interviewing one of the major jocks at Columbine, and while they were interviewing him, he all of a sudden looked over off camera, and the camera turned and showed some alternative-looking kids walking by, and the interviewer asked him, “What are you feeling right now?” And he was like, “Well, honestly, I want to get out of here so I can go beat the crap out of them.” And I was like, “You just missed the whole point of what just happened.”