In high school, I had a group of girl friends (Kim, Mandy, Beth, and Kristin) who were known as "the herd." We were called this by a group of boys (we all traded crushes on these boys, occasionally dating, sometimes just kissing) because of our ability to move about the halls as a group of five, because we went to dances as a mass, to the mall, to sleepovers, to classes. When one of us was doing something, like performing in a play, the other four would attend together. We made surveys, much like the senior surveys (and Beth was most likely to be last to get married, which turns out will be true, though Mandy was most likely to end up watching soaps and having a ton of cats... which is, um, also true, but she has a husband and will soon have a baby to add to that mix) and loved each other fiercely.
Kim had us make her a scrapbook page each: "My mommy is the best because..." and we'd illustrate it with pictures. I brought all my non-baby appropriate pictures too ("My mommy is the best because she drinks lite beer" and, of course, other, much worse things), but mine was "My mommy is the best because she's musical" (which she is not, but she liked to plunk along the piano or guitar and sing in warbly off key).