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.)
a lame seventh grader who gets in the locker room first so they get a better view of whats going on during the halftime talk than the rest of the cool 8th and 9th graders
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.
A meaningless, unimpressive, self-serving introduction. An indicator that the story about to be shared will be pointless and dumb.
Back when I lived in upstate new york, I also had to park on the street - on two occasions, we got enough snow, mixed with just the right plowing, that my car was lifted off the ground from so much snow being jammed underneath it.
Sister: This meeting was to discuss the rough draft of my essay, where we discussed the subsidiary questions I added in my rough draft. We also discussed the relationship between my main title and the real-life situations I chose to use in my essay. We discussed the structure of my essay as well, specifically the Math AOK section and how it relates to the contradiction of the title. This second meeting was particularly helpful in discussing the implications of my essay claims and how to apply the title across various areas of knowledge. There were many sections of the essay that could have been cut down in wordiness and the ways of knowing required further and more in-depth analysis.
An absolutely foolproof way to keep minors from viewing content deemed "too mature" for them to watch.
Billy: "So I was trying to watch some videos for an M rated game, and I ran into an age gate, so I put in my realbirthday. SOMEHOW it managed to figure out that I am 12. CURSE YOU AGE GATE!!!"
Bill: "Fucking age gate! *quick scroll* THERE! I was born on January 1, 1904. Fuck you age gate."
A)
The Crud that collects under the keys in a keyboard. Usually more severe in the keyboards of programmers and webmasters as they tend to spend a lot of time at the the computer and thus eat at their desk. Mainly affecting IBM Model M (clicly) style boards.
B)
Can also be used to gross out Non-Techie people
A)
Bill: want to go to the club?
Bob: No, I've got to clean out my board chow, keys are starting to stick.
B)
Bill: Want to go out to get a bite?
Bob: No, i am just going to have some of my board chow/
Bill: Whats' that?
Bob: The food scraps that collect in my keyboard; Want some?
Bill: *GAG* *HURL* *GAG*