After spending nearly twelve years in school, I have made many observations that may

prove useful for generations to come. People who know me would come to understand that I

have been, for the majority of my life, an advocate for individuality, beauty in the darkness, and

anything against the mainstream. After certain events had come to pass, I finally admit my

defeat. There is nothing like what is popular and what is popular is the word of people and all of

civilization. I can deny it no longer.

What made me come to this conclusion was simple statistics. The average outcast

spends 80% of his or her free time writing in a blog, forum, diary, or notebook, spending a third

of that percentage writing stories that are either fan fiction or original, depending on that

person’s quota of anime, comic books, or vampire novels. The other 20% of time spent are in

emotional fits and depression. Within each month, 10% of knowledge taught by a high school

and 2.5% of overall common sense is lost.

Contrast that to the majority of the earth’s population: jocks, cheerleaders, and

preppies, otherwise known as those who shop at Hollister. Granted, the mainstream crowd has

little knowledge or common sense to begin with. They spend 50% of free time in clothing

stores, 25% at sports events, 15% faking an education, and the last 10% lounging about.

However, within the allowed time of for years – by which a group would have reached the rank

of a “senior” among their peers – the outcasts’ overall brainpower has decreased to such a

miniscule amount that the only option feasible to the minority is suicide. A sad truth, but it

seems a lack of appreciation for the mainstream has led to their death.

Of course, the observation of passing events alone was not enough to solidify my

theory. Before coming to my conclusion, I chose to use the Scientific Method to determine the

truth. I hired a college professor to interview a couple students and give his unbiased opinion

on each of them to determine which person he or another administrator like him would favor.

The outcast, dressed completely in black and anime accessories, seemed confident

despite his appearance. He had experience in his major by afterschool work and projects. He

scored above a 4.0 grade point average, possible through advanced placement classes, and was

known as the greatest artist in his community. Still, the professor, I noticed, was unsettled

looking at this fine student. Perhaps it was the eyeliner, as black as a raven’s feather, or the

nauseating enthusiasm for a good day’s work, but the college official was unmoved.

Then came the sports star. He did not seem to do much in school; he was a part of no

clubs and did not receive any special recognition. He was typically a C-average student, but

during the fall he was a quarterback the locals would never forget. His blond hair and twinkling

blue eyes gave way to such depth within the professor. My observation is that the

administrator believed there to be more to the sports star. They conversed about a particular

team and laughed together. One can guess how the evening was carried on from there. It

seemed like favor would be forever towards the average person, a total star.

So that I may not ignore any variables, I threw a wild card into the mix. I also sent a

technology-savvy student to see if he would be accepted into the college used by my

experiment. It seemed that the technological man walked by the outcast and the popular

boy.As the student walked into the room with the professor, both of the previous test subjects

examined him and a mental battle appeared to have been sparked between the two. This only

seems natural because while a person as advanced in technology as my third subject seemed to

be is normally considered an outcast, that sort of talent could also be manipulated by anyone

familiar with the mainstream. It seems to be a trait in humanity to have the more intelligent

hook up TVs and stage production for the inferior whenever called upon. While the outcast felt

a connection with him, the mainstream man only sought to manipulate him. In the end, though,

it seemed that he chose to walk his own lonely path. The end results were never reached due to

a fight over lip gloss between a couple girls that the popular boy brought with him that caused

the police to arrive, but I believe I was able to reach a viable conclusion.

The mainstream, average, popular people had always had an advantage in life. Anyone

labeled an outcast had either lived in solitude until his or her life is taken or had been deviously

manipulated, unknown to them, by people who could see inferiority as plainly as a fresh zit on a

teenager’s face. With so much evidence piling against me, I have nothing to add to dispute

these findings. One cannot argue with actual occurring events and these are the paths I have

uncovered for the populous of the earth. The mainstream.The average.The popular. You have

won.