Homecoming Huzzahs
[ 8 Comments ] Posted on 10.12.04 in awesomeness, complaints, high school
Homecoming week is insanely overrated. Girls pacing in the hallways talking to other girls about “him,” everyone dressing up for exceedingly lame theme days in the week leading up to the dance, and, yes, even the dance itself.
There are only three aspects of this week that have me somewhat excited:
First, there is a general lack of schoolwork. Teachers, for some reason, see what I do not in regards to this occasion and, as such, they aren’t assigning much work. Huzzah for controlled apathy!
Second, Wednesday is the only good theme day, especially for the Juniors this year. We are dressing in the garb of the 1970s: the decade of Welcome Back Kotter, Richard Milhouse, and the later years of the unwarranted military action in Viet Nam. In fact, I just went to the local Salvation Army to find pants that complement my and white leather shoes. Huzzah for the attire of the poor people who saw the last of the Volkswagen Beetles roll off the line in 1974 to make way for the ever-lame Superbeetles!
Last, there is football on Thursday. Though I’ll have to finagle getting out of the weekly Thursday Night Chicken Wing ritual at O’Keefe’s with my family, I look forward to seeing the PHUHS ‘Canes grab their second win of the season. Granted, our first win was just last week, but I’m going out on a limb and guessing that this is the beginning of a trend and our season is on the up-and-up. Huzzah for, if anything, a good laugh!
Other than that, the general atmosphere of Homecoming isn’t special. I’m not saying that this is a bad week, as I would never be so Grinch-esque. It’s just another normal week, just made into something it isn’t by people. I don’t blame these folks or look down upon them, it’s a mere difference of opinion.
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P.S. I will, however, be going to dinner on Friday night at Angellino’s. What can I say, I’m a sucker for buffets.
Free Ride
[ 3 Comments ] Posted on 09.20.04 in cars, high school
My parents don’t let me drive to school. It’s some sort of crazy plan to save my life while saving on gas. The safety aspect of their rules is understandable, but it only costs seven dollars to fill my tank. No matter.
But here comes the nerdy part. Rather than let me drive the nine miles up County Road One, my parents allow me to drive to the bus stop, park, ride the bus to school, and do it all in reverse in the afternoon. I’ve caught so much criticism from my friends for this, but as long as it’s my only option, I’ll keep doing it.
However, tomorrow morning I break free. Yes, for the first time in my life, I am exercising my freedom as a licensed driver and riding the Beetle to school because the ensuing yearbook deadline will have me leaving far later than 1:35.
Aren’t you jealous?
Monster Mash
[ 2 Comments ] Posted on 09.09.04 in high school
When my psychology teacher compared that Zimbardo fellow’s voice to the guy who sang the “Monster Mash,” somehow there was planted in my brain a repeating record of that song, except in Mr. Valdez’s eerie voice.
It was the mooonstah mosh…