Calling them special might be a bit of a stretch. Not many would really believe you because they were just normal high school students with their knockoff coach purses and top siders. The looked average, they really did.
But to call them normal would not quite fit either. They could certainly act normal in the Hollister shirts and bored faces in the classroom. It wasn’t that they didn’t fit in but when it came right down to it, they did not fit in.
It all started with the English class. Whereas math classes were jokes and games, English classes continually got more in depth with feelings and views. It barely took a week for everyone to connect and for the class to drop the little friendship clicks and become one click themselves. They did not realize they were a click. The nonverbal body language when they passed in the hallways and the funny jokes they passed as they separated to go to separate classes were all things they did not know they did. Everyone else noticed, of course. Their bond really was strong.
You may have experienced a similar sort of special bond (not the same of course) if you have ever done any of the following:
- Seen a movie in theatres and walking out feeling dumbfounded. You may even have discussed the movie later over drinks with one of the people you went with.
- Listened to a really great sermon and learned something that you could apply in your life along with other people.
- Been stuck on a school bus that stalled and had to make friends with people you’d known of for a long time but never really known.
- Looked someone in the eye and saw something there that just couldn’t be described but also couldn’t be broken.
- Walked out of a near death situation with a group, feeling like you were on the cover of a magazine for your brilliance.
Can you relate? Perhaps.
However, what made this particular group peculiar was probably not that they had a Facebook group for the class. Perchance it was because of the teacher, who really set the mood for the students.
It’s the same reason as many books make it to the New York Times Bestseller’s List; it’s an abstract idea, an intangible concept.
After hearing all of this, you probably don’t immediately think of the love and power dichotomy. Let me explain.
The class had a sort of love for one another. Possibly twisted or strangely started but a love nonetheless.
The power went unfound for a while. Young high school students don’t necessarily see the power of a class although they usually acknowledge the power of a click. Funny, really.
Right before graduation was when I discovered the power. I had just finished reading The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks (by E. Lockhart) and was on a feminist, power hungry trip without really knowing it.
If your anything like me, you’re probably wondering why I’m telling you this. What does it all mean?
It means that I started a secret society. Along with occasionally reading a book as a class and often posting on our Facebook group, we do secret society type things.
I’m writing this down in a journal so that my children will know if for some reason the power of the group leads me to a near-death incident while we are working together. I love them very much and am close with many of them even to this day.
I am also writing this down so that if anyone else happens to go through my belongings and read my old notebooks full of random scribbles, they might consider the dichotomy of love and power.
That they might try and find their own special class.