Class: High

This morning, I got the golden opportunity to speak to my very busy brother. He's always so busy with school and stuff, we rarely get time for small talk. I haven't had the opportunity to chat with him since our return from America a few days ago. Last night, he attended a barbecue and seemed really pleased with it. He was positively beaming when I inquired about it.

"Everyone was there! It was great seeing them again but the class bitch was there."

Apparently, someone had let slip the event to the said bitch thereby breaching the sanctity of the gathering.

"Actually there are two bitches, friends. The other bitch didn't come, I think she didn't know about the bbq." he said with a thoughtful frown on his face.

"What? Bitch #1 was invited and didn't invite the other bitch? What a bitch!" I exclaimed.

"Yah. But i think she thinks the other girl is a bitch, that's why she didn't invite her. She was like 'that girl is such a bitch!' and we were like..." he mouthed the words you're a bitch too!

As I recall, there was a girl in my class who was given this honorary title. Although she did eventually become undeserving of the title and now everyone is pretty much okay with everyone else. I think. I guess we grew up and grew out of it. Still, there does seem to be one in every class.

The class nerd, the class babe/hunk, Miss/Mr Popularity, The Rich One, the IT whiz, the sporty guy, the Idiot, the guy who picks his nose... when all is said and done, I think the people with characteristic titles are best remembered by everyone.