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The Forgotten Member of “The Breakfast Club”: The Gay High School Student
Michael A. Nosal
Professor Jackson
English 1
March 18, 2010
THE FORGOTTEN MEMBER
The Forgotten Member of “The Breakfast Club”: The Gay High School Student
High School is a proverbial melting pot of teenaged youth coming into their own
identities and beliefs. Upon entering high school, the freshman student is transported into a realm
full of judgment and ridicule, acceptance and isolation. Many children have problems
acclimating into high school, either socially or academically. Sometimes, students feel the
pressure from both. With the addition of the pressures from home, the ability to cope with the
stress associated with high school can sometimes take its toll and students tend to drop out. In
John Hughes’ movie, “The Breakfast Club”, we were shown the different types often seen while
in high school. The film taught us that the homecoming queen, the jock, the brain, the basket
case and the criminal each had their own problems that plagued their high school lives. The film
helped the youth of nineteen eighty-five deal with feeling out of place and misunderstood. The
only student type that was not portrayed in this film was that of the gay student and the problems
they endure. I am, as well as others like me, that forgotten member of the “breakfast club”. From
my own experiences as a gay high school student in the eighties, along with interviews of both
straight and gay friends on their lives in high school, to articles on how gay students are in need
of acceptance, I will show how each group has similar experiences but how the gay student has
the added burden of fear in an already anxiety-riddled environment and explain the importance
of recognizing gay support groups for high school students and how they could help in the
Personally, I find the whole concept of dropping out of high school strange. I never
thought that to be an option. I had gone to three high schools from nineteen eighty-three through
nineteen eighty-seven. Not once did the idea of leaving school enter my head. I guess I felt a
sense of duty to see it through. Mine was a case of distinctive circumstances upon entering my
freshman year at General McLane High School in Edinboro, Pennsylvania. Prior to high school,
my family was living in Richmond, Virginia for most of my young life. In the closing months of
eighth grade, my father moved up to Erie, Pennsylvania for a job. My mother, who had been
promised there would be no major moves after the family picked up and left friends and family
in Allentown, Pennsylvania to come to Richmond in nineteen seventy-eight, had had enough and
filed for divorce. My sister and brother decided to stay with her. Knowing that something wasn’t
“quite right” with me and with the prospect of starting with a clean slate in a new town was
extremely tempting; I moved to be with my dad. So, now I was the only child under my father’s
care during a bitter divorce. I am the youngest of my siblings and with the divorce and
relocation; I no longer had the stigmata of being Terri-Anne or Mark’s “kid brother”. This was
both liberating and horrifying to me. All of these emotions from the divorce and its consequences
bombarded me like a hurricane. At the center of the storm, was my growing awareness of my
sexuality.
For years I had been teased and called names, but just shrugged it off as kids being mean. Now,
the terror that they had been right haunted my thoughts and I constantly had to keep myself in
“check”. I did not want my secret to be known. The only gay role models I knew of were
Liberace and Rip Taylor, and I didn’t want the association with them. I felt I had the cards
stacked against me. I could draw and was in the school play. I was feeling the stereotype of the
“faggot”. I tried to fit in as much as I could. I did my best to counteract any perceived notion of
my sexual preference. My fear of discovery was so deep that I actually had sex with a girl to
prove to her I wasn’t gay. I was fourteen and she was fifteen. She became pregnant. My father
moved us away and I never saw her again. All these things going on in my life and I had to
study and get good grades? I felt burdened and alone. I might have dropped out if my father was
not as abusive as he was. Home life was definitely taking a nasty turn and I had nobody. As a
kid, I wanted to be an only child. As a transplanted gay teen, I wanted my family back. Then I
The school itself wasn’t that impressive, it was who occupied it that I will always
remember. From fellow students to faculty, I felt a little more comfortable. I met quite a few
people who were “odd” or “strange”; but they clearly didn’t care. I gravitated to them and, even
though I would never disclose my sexuality, was part of the “gang”. There was one other aspect
behind this high school. This school was located thirty miles south of Pittsburg, Pennsylvania.
Being so close to such a metropolitan area was somewhat beneficial. The art departments,
performing, visual and even literary, were more involved and advanced. The teachers that headed
each one were helpful and supportive. While Miss Hamilton and Mrs. Graff were great in
helping develop my literary and artistic skills respectively, it was Mr. Wood from Performing
Arts class that had a real impact. Mr. Wood was gay. Not only was he gay, he was a teacher and
he was liked by many of his students. He was the first gay person I ever met. I think he knew I
was, but could sense I was struggling with it. He was encouraging and terrifying at the same
time. There were times when I would be showing the different posters that I was doing for
various plays and he would have this expression on his face that the voice in my head would
whisper, “He knows!” I did my best to keep my secret safe. There was a freshman at school that
was “out” and was teased and bullied mercilessly. He was a member of the Thespians, just like
me, and he knew my “deal” from day one. He would flirt with me always and I felt threatened
that he would expose my homosexuality to others, so I was the meanest, most evil bastard to this
poor soul. I hated myself for it, but I had an image, I mean secret, to keep. I had a girlfriend in
my junior year, but I broke it off and told her it was because of her over-protective brother. That
was just luck that that happened. She wanted to get more “serious” and I was terrified. I thanked
God that night for giving her a jerk for a brother. I even went to the prom with a girl I knew in
school and whom I rode the bus home with. Then there was Denis H. He was in my English class
and was on the football team and swim team. He was artistic, like me. He was also in the closet. I
really liked him. He would pass me notes about how he felt and I would sneak him over to my
house to fool around. I guess we were boyfriends, but we were both so closeted it was hard to
tell. I was so confused and scared at this new relationship. I didn’t know what would be worse,
my father’s reaction that I was gay and had a boyfriend, or that I was gay and had a black
boyfriend. I would lay awake at night afraid of discovery. My new stepmother’s family was very
Catholic, so the whole “wrath of God” thing was added into the mix of my homosexuality. I
actually prayed for God to end my life. I would lie there and wonder what it would be like if I
never existed. I had thoughts of killing myself down in the basement with my father’s many
extension cords. I thought if I were dead, nobody would care. I would then think of my mom,
who I hadn’t seen since summer of my freshman year, and cry myself to sleep. My home life
went into a downward spiral. My stepmother began to show her true colors in regards to me. I
was getting in her way. Then things just got weird. Most teenagers are allowed to hang out and
spend time with their friends. I could not even have friends come over. I think this was in part of
my father’s increasing schizophrenia. He did not want “them” to know where “we” were. It soon
got to the point where living with my father and his twenty-eight year old wife was too much. I
found my mother and asked if I could move back to Richmond and she quickly said yes. By this
time I was so lost and confused that I spent my weekends down the street from my mom’s,
smoking pot and drinking heavily with my brother’s friends. I was out of control, but my mother
didn’t see it. I really didn’t let her. I showed her want she wanted to see: Michael, her youngest
child, the child that could do no wrong. She was just glad to have her baby boy back in her life
again. Still in defense mode from my father’s abusive nature, I could not open up to her. I was on
a path of self-destruction. All I had achieved up to that point was gone. My acceptance to
Edinboro University and my pursuit of college was like a dream that was being forgotten. I had
to give that up since my dad would not help anymore because of “them”. I had returned to the
place of my youth, but four years had passed and it felt completely different. I reconnected with
some of my middle school friends, but it just wasn’t the same. I had nobody to talk to and I
didn’t have my “boyfriend” anymore. I became reckless. It got to the point that, at seventeen, I
was letting strange men pick me up to have sex with. Sometimes safe, but most of the times, it
was not. I was lucky that the worst thing I caught during that time was a cold. Through it all, I
still managed to receive my diploma that hot June morning with my fellow students at Hermitage
High School in Richmond. I wished it could have been with my friends in Mcmurray, but that
was not how fate planned it. That I managed to complete high school and graduate when I was
supposed to is a fact I am proud of. Others are not so lucky and end up dropping out. I asked a
number of people, some I went to school with, others I did not, about their experiences and was
Fellow high school student, D. Hornung (personal communication, March 4, 2010) left
school at the end of her junior year and graduated early because “I really think I was in too much
of a hurry to get to the next stage of my life. I hated the PT (Peter’s Township) thing—that stuck
up, privileged sort of mentality. Plus there was a lot of tension at home, and I wanted out of that
situation.” Many times people drop out from the stress at home, but sometimes it is affairs of the
heart that make school too much to bear. As M. Kingcaid (personal conversation, March 8, 2010)
explained,
“I had huge social problems and was harassed about 63% of the time both in and out of
school. Making friends proved difficult due to a devastating need of confidence. I tried to
fit in, but I thought something was wrong with me. I met a girl in Science class, and she
showed interest in me…I tried to be positive and romance her the best way I could, but
failed repeatedly. Guess I was too shy (…) the school broadcasted a message during gym
class explaining that she had been killed in a car accident. I was devastated and gave up
on high school because I couldn’t deal with the loss. I did not know how to express my
feelings to anyone. I just kept it bottled up and decided to stay away from high school.
Thankfully, I did end up getting at least a GED. I just couldn’t take it. She was the first
person I cared about and never got to tell her how much.”
It is testaments like this where we see that all young people have issues that can make high
school difficult to see through to the end. There are counselors in high school to help and assist
troubled teens with their problems, from communication barriers with parents to the tragic loss
of a first love. However, gay teens are afraid to go to their counselors because they may not
understand or react in a harmful way. As S. Nason (personal conversation, February 10, 1991)
clarified, “I went to my guidance counselor and told him I was gay because I felt attracted to
other men. My counselor told me that it was just a phase and to forget about it. When I got home,
my mother sat in the living room crying and my father had my suitcase. My counselor called and
told them about our meeting. They threw me out.” There are too many stories like this occurring
across the country involving the gay high school student. The terror of being abandoned and
ostracized from everyone can be quite intimidating. There are no real outlets for these
misunderstood children. Their self-esteem is easily shattered and depression may set in and the
gay student may decide to leave school. 28% of gay and lesbian high school students in a
national study were seen to have dropped out of school because of harassment resulting from
their sexual orientation (Youth Pride, Inc, 1997). Unfortunately, dropping out is not the only
concern surrounding these students. With continued isolation and the feeling of not being seen in
Gay, lesbian and bisexual youth are at a higher risk for depression and have higher rates
of suicidal ideation and attempts compared to other teens (and) approximate 28.1 percent
of gay and bisexual males in middle and high school have attempted suicide, as have 20.5
I was in high school. With the help of organizations like the American Civil Liberties Union
(ACLU), Youth Pride, Inc (YPI), Lambda Legal Defense and Education Fund (LLDEF), and
even the Ontario Consultants on Religious Tolerance (OCRT), gay students have a better chance
at having a better high school experience. We need to be vigilant in the pursuit of keeping gay
high school students safe. YPI has made this even more possible by developing a booklet called
Creating Safe Schools for Lesbian and Gay Students: A resource guide for
Homophobia interferes with the health development of all young people, particularly
those who are dealing with issues of sexual orientation. One of the many places gay and
lesbian youth feel the effects of homophobia is within their schools. This booklet is
designed to not only give school staff many valuable resources, but also to provide
practical suggestions for helping to reduce homophobia within our schools, The ultimate
This booklet is an excellent guide for any school protocol in regards to handling the issue of
homosexuality within the student body. It is a step-by-step reference tool full of contacts, support
groups and recommended reading to alleviate the anxiety prevalent with such a complicated
topic as homosexuality in school. There is even a section for students on forming a Gay/Straight
Alliance or GSA.
It is with these GSA’s that a better understanding and support of the gay student can be
achieved. Sadly, as the OCRT has pointed out in their article Gay and lesbian support
groups in U.S. public high schools (2000-2003), there is still resistance. Even though
these clubs are meant to help and teach acceptance among gay and straight teens, many school
boards inhibit their formation. “(A) common technique of school boards is to delay decisions
until the end of the school year in the hopes that the problem will simply go away” (OCRT,
2000-2003). However, both the ACLU and LLDEF are in the forefront fighting for the rights of
the children. “ The trend in schools is to recognize that gay-supportive student groups promote
better and safer schools” (D. Bucket, October 6, 2000). What our society fails to realize or
acknowledge that opposition leads to more intolerance and the possibility of violence. Local
radio personalities in Alaska made derogatory remarks about a GSA in a local high school and
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debate. A local resident wrote to the editor of his newspaper to voice his concern and opinion.
“The venom that has been spewing forth on local radio stations concerning students who wish to
be associated with the Gay/Straight Alliance at Dimond High School is positive proof of the
It appears that we still have a way to go to ensure a less hostile existence within the halls
of high school. We seem to be able to accept all other types of characters in the dichotomy that is
the student body. There are students dropping out and killing themselves because they can no
longer deal with the scorn that their sexual preference attracts. It is senseless and unnecessary for
this reaction to occur. The one thing any of us want out of high school is to feel accepted. Times
have changed since I was an awkward teen, scared and terrified of the ramifications of discovery.
If there had been a club for gay students to meet, would I have had the courage to “come out” at
that time? That I will never know. What I do know is that I would not have felt alone in my
circumstance. Students drop out for a myriad of reasons. Most of which are beyond the help of
the school and its staff. Being gay is not one of them. By teaching and practicing acceptance and
tolerance towards gay teens in school, we can reduce to dropout rate by twenty-eight percent.
Then the gay student can finally take his or her rightful place at the table of “The
Breakfast Club”.
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References
http://www.massgeneral.org/children/adolescenthealth/articles/aa_suicide.aspx
to organize
Wood, T. (1997). Creating safe schools for lesbian and gay students: A resource
guide for