Well, it doesn’t for me anyway and I’m glad. I loved high school and everything about it. Being goofy, dancing in the hallways, leg warmers over jeans, punk hairdos, crushes, dances, freezing football games, pompons, decorating lockers, face painting….you get the idea. It was all good. High School was so cool, well, somebody should make a freakin’ musical about it.
Oh, they already did? (darn! why don’t I think of these things?)
Anyway, this year I have been graduated from high school for (gasp!) twenty-five years! (oh, get up, it’s not that bad). We were supposed to have a big reunion and since I am the self-designated Miss “Class of 1983”, I was supposed to plan it, but life happened this year and as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t do it. Nobody else wanted to do it, so we’re not having one and that makes me kind of sad. Tomorrow before the football game, the school is having a special “alumni area” set up and I’m going to stop by and see if I know anyone. It will have to do for now.
JW and I both graduated in the same class and while we weren’t exactly (not even close!) what you’d call high school sweethearts, we sweeted up a little later on and had four babies, three of whom now attend that exact same high school! My “baby” will go there next year.
Cool, right? I love it because I get to go back there and “see my kids”. No, really, I do go to see my kids, but once I hit those stands in the football field, I am 15 years old again, wanting to bop around and start some “Hey You, yell GO BIG BLUE” cheer. Such temptation, and it takes everything I have in my to hold back so I don’t, you know, embarrass my teenagers. It’s a tough call. It really could go either way.
Tonight was the start of Homecoming Weekend and The Firelight Rally. It’s where they showcase the Varsity level athletes, pick a Homecoming King and Queen and light up a big “ME”, the school’s initials.
This year I have 3 Varsity Cheerleaders! I think that has to be a record of some kind. Unfortunately, Middle Daughter is battling blue demons of another kind and isn’t in this performance, but my other two daughters sure are! Which two are mine? Why, the prettiest two, of course! Seriously, I couldn’t even keep track of them, but be assured they’re in there and Little Daughter goes “up there”, too!
Please forgive the videographer in advance 
She normally has a steady hand, but in her rapidly increasing old age, consistently forgets how cold it can be sitting on metal bleachers for extended periods of time.
RAH RAH!
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