There’s those all American high schools where all they do is live, eat, breathe football season. Then there’s the high schools where cheerleading is actually cool. The high schools where there are no cliques and everyone simply gets along; and the high schools where everyday until you graduate, you meet someone new. Our high school doesn’t fit into any of those categories. We more of live for the drama, we think cheerleading is no where near cool (no offense to you cheerleaders), we certainly have cliques, and by the first day you can be almost guaranteed to know everyone’s name. But then there’s those times at our high school where I actually think to myself, wow, I will remember this night, or this day, or this game. Tonight was one of those nights.
For some reason, our school can always manage to get hyped up about Homecoming; perhaps not during the lame attempts of Dress-Up-Days, and not during the Lunch Time Games, and typically not even during the pep assemblies. No, we only get hyped up about the game, even if we lose (and this was the first time we lost … and there’s a reason for it). Somehow, we all manage to, for once, get along with everyone. We manage to make sure we tell every girl on court how beautiful they really do look all glitzed up and that all the boys clean up nice in their tuxes and fresh shave. We all manage to sit together in the stands as one student section, cheering on our boys in whatever sport they’re playing. It’s pretty cool when we all come together and act like a real school, because Hillsdale is definitely not something I would consider to be your typical school as I have already explained above.
Homecoming the past years in high school haven’t been all that big of a deal. Sophomore year was pretty fun but that was because I was on court, big puffy dress and all. I don’t remember much from the other dances. I suppose that was because it wasn’t a real big deal … I was just there to be there. Senior year, I have realized that it’s my last year, the final. It’s a bit scary to know that I won’t be attending anymore dances where I don’t care what I look like and I can do whatever the hell I want. And so far, my senior year has been a blast, homecoming and all.
Fall Homecoming was naturally, a riot. Yes, I was on court and all that other stuff but I had real people to hang out with who truthfully wanted to be my friends and cared deeply about me. Though I was at the dance for about an hour and a half, it was so much fun. Yes, I had to get up and go to a cross country race the next day, which I ran horribly at, but hey, it was still a blast.
Winter Homecoming was amusing as well. I wasn’t at all excited about it earlier today, it was just another game, another night. I had to work, going to work was a drag, my introduction to the new waitress who is supposed to be re-training us all was not the best of introductions, but it wiggled me onto her good side due to sympathy, but hey, I’ll take what I can get. Then I got out early, I got to go to the game and catch the whole second half. Though I was running on empty, I think I got pretty into it with my cranky remarks and ridiculous cheers. By the end of the game, I was excited for the crowning … and the dance afterwards :) This time the dance was especially fun. I just hung out with my friends, danced like no one was watching, and did not participate in having sex on the dance floor.
I just let lose, and shook that rrrrrrumpa :)
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