Ah, tonight, the final home football game of the season for the fun, if not so ecstatic, Sunrise Mountain High School. And since it appears to be the last game, it’s the lovely senior night, where all seniors in football, band, and, yes, folks, cheer, are honored. And however I would love to go support my lovely senior friends in band, I really don’t care much for the football players, and definitely not for the cheer team, who seem to have made it their goal in life to diss the band to no end. (Do they realize how much skill it takes to memories ten to fifteen minutes of music, forms, fingerings, notes, and etcetera? Obviously not, since they keep saying how lame it is. Then again, if they knew, they might add a few IQ points to the stereotypical cheerleader. Emphasis on stereotypical; there are cheerleaders with half a brain).

But somewhere in my cheer team rant, I seem to have gotten lost. So let me find my train of thought. Oh, yes.

So despite wanting to go support my senior band buddies, I regretfully broke my record of every home game for this season (again, there for the band, not the football. Have I emphasized enough that football’s not my thing. I barely know what a touchdown is, and the most epic play I’ve seen consisted of a truly epic game of keep-away). Sadly, the very eventful day I had today had to be cut short on the accounts of scarfing my lunch down after getting back from “wreck”-reational Sports (UGH!!!!), where we went bowling (YAY!!!) However, I had to un-enjoy my wickedly awesome lunch of make-your-own pizza, junior mints, and diet coke. Tear. But, having run out of time, I chugged my coke on the way to the SMHS pool, where my chem. class was racing our cardboard boats. (yes, cardboard boats). Along the way, I walked with a good friend of mine, and got an awesome “Hallelujah! There’s a girl in the world who isn’t afraid to burp!” (chugging soda does tend to make one do that) And, of course, I replied that I was raised on burping contests and stealing cookies from the cookie jar, so (as Yoda would say) a sense of shame, I am lacking. The epic burping contest that ensued between us had me be the true underdog, for I lost, but only by one point, as my dear friend would only give me a six at the greatest. I was generous, and gave him a seven, peak.

But despite all this, I’ve gotten side-tracked again (I do seem to have a habit of doing that). But after we got to the pool, we dressed in our themed outfits, and waited our turn to brave the pool at 86 degrees Fahrenheit on November 6th (perfectly fine to go swimming), I had an epic battle of broomsmanship, where my poor broom took a dented beating trying to be a combination of Inigo Montoya and Darth Maul. Sadly, our battle was cut short by my slightly irritated chem. teacher, but fear not, for I self-proclaim myself the winner (I never said that modesty and humbleness were my strong suits. Mostly, it’s arrogance and self-deprecation). My friend and his partner launched their boat, and promptly took on water, and sank. Then my partner and I were up, and miraculously managed to do almost two whole lengths of the pool, while constantly taking on water, and sank a mere five feet before the second length was completed. Sniffle, sniffle, tear, tear… Cat’s were never meant to swim (our theme was the Lion King, with our boat being Scar).

So, having sunk, I took a mild, five-foot swim, got out, and promptly felt like it was the best day in the world. Sadly, my chem. teacher wouldn’t let us go swimming after everyone was done, though I did manage to get some pool time on the grounds of collecting fallen bits of cardboard. However, all I managed to scoop up was a rock (“I got a rock!”). Still, pool time, so I was happy.

But, on accounts of a self-inflicted stomach ache and drench-ed-ness, I missed our lovely senior night. However, I’m fairly sure that the football team will have continued in SMHS fashion, and gone epically down. Mind you, I’m not trying to diss the team, but, in the words of my mother, “At the rate they’re going, they might manage to win half their games by my younger brother’s senior year” (he starts high school next year, in August).

Here’s to hoping that the team may win three games next season!