1.A name used by older middle school students to describe dim-witted or annoying seventh graders.
2.Generally degrading, the term is occasionally an endearment (i.e. my special sevie).
Generally though, it is an exclimation of annoyance toward the newbs.
3. A term thats usage is the only gratifying part of being in eighth grade.
Seventh Grader 1: "Where is my classroom...I can't find it even though the school is one big circle divided into two hallways specified clearly for seventh and eighth graders"
Seventh Grader 2"I know, I just can't figure anything out, even though the set-up is logical and has been explained to me several times. I hate middle school!"
Seventh Grader 3"I would rather be at home supplimenting my Jonas Brothers shrine"
Rebecca(eighth grader): Oh my God! Get out of my way you stupid sevies!
This is a rare thing, but it can happen. A cool sevie is a seventh grader who has maraculasly gained the approvial of any of the "cool eigth graders." :)
Jenna(7th grader)(to eigth graders): Hey guys!
Multiple 8th graders: Hey, it's the cool sevie!
Kayla (7th grader) (to 8th graders): Hey!
Multiple 8th graders: Why is she talking to us...?
(It can be more than just 8th graders, too.. it can be any 8th grader or high schooler.)
often takes place for an entire year- the 8th graders generally pick on innocent 7th graders and make their lives hell simply because their parents reproduced a year too late or something. for some reason, the summer they are thirteen, the former sevies tend to become assholes in 10 weeks, and when they return to junior high, the cycle starts all over again. and you wonder why the 7th grade class is always bigger than the 8th grade class? geez.
*7th grader bumps into 8th grader*
8th grader: ahhhh, sevie attack! respect your elders, you little bitch!
7th grader: (thinks: sit on it and rotate) um, sorry?
8th grader: don't talk to me. i don't talk to sevies. (to friends, later) this sevie totally attacked me in the hall!
bitchy 8th grader friend: want me to beat her up for you?
8th grader: hell yeah. thanks. you're such a good friend. it's not like WE were ever that young, right?
bitchy 8th grader friend: 'course not. we were born thirteen... so they totally deserve the sevie treatment.