When we reached Shiz, the students all started singing the school's Alma Mater, I think.
"OH HALLOWED HALLS AND VINE DRAPED WALLS. THE PROUDLIEST SIGHT THERE IS. WHEN GREY AND SERE OUR HAIR HATH TURNED, WE SHALL STILL REVERE THE LESSONS LEARNED IN OUR DAYS AT DEAR OLD SHIZ. OUR DAYS AT DEAR OLD... OH-OH-OH-OH-OLD SHIZ. DEAR OLD SHIZ—ZZZZZ."
I thought the ending sounded like a bunch of bees buzzing. After we had been at Shiz for a few minutes, Nessa got a new pair of shoes and I gave Nessa, apparently her name was actually Nessarose, but everyone calls her Nessa for short, like with my name being Maximum and everyone I met calling me Max for short, this you-are-such-a-spoiled-child-and-that-is-not-going-to-help-you-survive-when-the-world-gets-blown-up-or-if-the-Director-attacks-Oz-in-hopes-of-carrying-out-her-completely-crazy-and-illogical-By-Half-Plan-and-if-there-is-anyone-wicked-here-would-they-please-explain-her-logic-to-me-even-though-I-really-don't-care-and-could-care-less-and-I-really-don't-like-you-for-that look and she glared at me. Elphaba held up her hands and said, "Let's all get along, Max, Nessa." I nodded, and then said, "I'll get along with you, Nessa, but that doesn't mean I have to like you."
Some of the other kids started staring at Elphaba and she said, "What? Why is everyone staring? Is there something in my teeth? Oh, let's get this over with. No, I'm not seasick, yes, I've always been green, and no I did not chew grass as a child." I then stood next to Elphaba and, when the kids started staring at me, I said, "Anyone want a knuckle sandwich, 'cause I'm seriously ready to serve some up." Elphaba elbowed me and I glared down at her.
Then I stepped forward and began to sing a song I'd heard Nudge listening to, once.
"You don't know my name. You don't know anything about me. I try to play nice. I want to be in your game. The things you say. You may think I never hear about them, but word travels fast. I'm standing here behind your back, to tell you to your face. You don't how it feels to be outside the crowd. You don't know what it's like to be left out. And you don't know how it feels to be your own best friend. On the outside looking in. If you could read my mind, you might see more of me than meets the eye. And you've been all wrong, not who you think I am. You've never given a chance. You don't how it feels to be outside the crowd. You don't know what it's like to be left out. And you don't know how it feels to be your own best friend. On the outside looking in. Well, I'm tried of staying at home. I'm bored and alone. I'm sick of wasting all my time. You don't how it feels to be outside the crowd. You don't know what it's like to be left out. And you don't know how it feels to be your own best friend. On the outside looking in. You don't how it feels to be outside the crowd. You don't know what it's like to be left out. And you don't know how it feels to be your own best friend. On the outside looking in."