On the first day of 8th grade, I sat down next to some people in one of my classes; they got up and left. I knew one of them from the 7th grade, but wasn't sure who the other was. The one that I knew seemed to be the initiate, while the other was like "Hey, why don't you want to sit next to him?" & followed. There were rumors of me being gay back then, which is why that happened. Man, I hated middle school.
I cried when I got home.
Main Entry: group·think: a pattern of thought characterized by self-deception, forced manufacture of consent, and conformity to group values and ethics