The Breakfast Club

This past weekend, my friends and I had a little bit of an eighties movies marathon. One of the movies that we watched was The Breakfast Club. Its about 5 kids from 5 totally different high school clicks each serving a Saturday detention. Seeing as how they have to spend 9 hours together, they eventually turn to each other for conversation, even though none of them have ever talked to each other, and never would have talked to each other during a normal school day. They don't exactly get along with one another, but at least they have someone to talk to. Most of the time is spent figuring out why each person does what they do and hangs out with who they do. At one point, the bad-ass, I don't care what I do, you don't tell me what to do character says to the Prom Queen/princess/daddy's little girl character, "You don't know me. We don't even speak the same language." Obviously he didn't mean that they both don't speak English. He meant that the types of lives that they lead and the types of people that they hang out with are so vastly different, that it can be difficult for them to communicate. Phrases can be translated differently amongst social clicks, and often not at all. Different ideas are thought and shared. There are completely different ways of thinking. These differences can be so large that it seems as though people from different social clicks are practically speaking different languages.

I had a similar experience myself in high school. It was the first or second day of the school year and a few of my friends and I were sitting at lunch. At the other half of the table were a few 'gansta' kids. Even visually there was quite a contrast between the 'gansta' kids and my friends and I. Then one of the 'gansta' kids said something. My friend Emily and I had absolutely no idea what he had just said and just started laughing. We continued to listen to them talk, not understanding, but still laughing at the fact that they were communicating to their friends and that their friends actually understood, which to us sounded like gibberish. It really is amazing how different the language between high school clicks and groups can actually be. Sometimes it is so extreme that there is a complete lack of understanding.