I say that I am not a snob, that I am not snobby in any way, but that is just my cover.  It is the mask that I wear while putting on a sharde of acceptance.  My mask is happy, bright and smiley, the charade I put on is fun, outgoing and friendly.  Deep down I am really one of the biggest snobs you will ever meet. I judge people on site, deciding right then whether I like them or not.  Rarely do I give a person a chance or change my opinion about them.  I am a rare breed of snob though, I am a snob-hating snob and I am hating snobs undercover. I am like a secret agent, hiding under a mask.    I am stealth mode and have never been discovered until  now, when I unveil myself and reveal my true stuck-up, snobby and judgmental self.  .
            
	As I watch these walking advertisements for Abercrombie and Fitch promenade through out my school, creating large Abercrombie and Fitch packs in the hallways, I judge them.  I judge them because their clothing is over-priced and identical.  Because they all look alike and all they are doing is advertising a name when they where plain shirts with "Abercrombie" across the front.  From the expensive clothing to the constant cloning of each other, I make a snap judgment that I do not like these human advertisements.  I judge them because I feel they judge me, or any one else who is not joining in this ever-growing trend.  And because I feel, these people are judging me along with others, because of clothing and outer appearances; I conclude that they are low, superficial and a waste of time.
            
	One of the groups I judge the most is girls.  I am constantly making judgments about them, often hiding my contempt under a smile and a laugh.  It is usually girls I do not know that I make these judgments about. I am a snob against strangers.  There are so many ways for me not to like a girl; it makes it hard to go through a day without seeing one that annoys me. I often don't like them for their high voices or ditzy comments.