Stupid Name Anyways.

     This week is my school's Homecoming. One thing I will never understand about high school is Homecoming. Why is it called that? Nobody actually comes home for it. 

    I don't mind the fact that it's one massive popularity contest. That doesn't affect me at all. What does affect me is the fact that my friends have decided that we all absolutely HAVE to go every year. I get dragged along after the football game into the cafeteria where I'm reminded just how ridiculous it was that I spent five dollars to get in. 

    I understand going, though. But it's just funny to think about it from the perspective of a junior. Freshmen go because it's their first year and they don't realize how sucky it is. Sophomores go because they want to impress the freshmen, even though they've only been there a year longer. Seniors go because it's their last time having to make an excuse to get hammered on a Friday night. Juniors? We really have no business being there. 

    Don't get me wrong, I had every intention of missing out on the festivities this year. Every intention. I can't stress how excited I was to come home and watch House MD with my mom until one in the morning. Lucky me, one of my friends asked me out. I've known this guy a while. He's one of my closest friends, and for some reason, I'm still in shock that he asked me to go to Homecoming with him. I think part of me is just in denial that I actually like this guy. I don't mind going, though. It means I get to wear a pretty dress. I'm wearing the dress my mom wore to Homecoming in '98. It's clearly a little dated, but it's more symbolic than anything.

    Getting ready is going to be a nightmare. The band director, the jerk, is going to make us wait until the last second to leave the game. That'll give me about thirty minutes to get ready. Normally, this would be plenty of time. But considering I'll have just gotten done sweating to death in the band uniform, I may need a little extra time to clean up. I can't believe I have to get ready without the aide of my sister. She was always better at this stuff than I was. She was more excited.

    Never fear, I will make it work. It's gonna be a busy week, though. I have a night rehearsal tomorrow until 2100. Not looking forward to that. Being section leader means that I don't have the right to say that, though. "Your attitude is infectious" is what I would be told. Then I have to go back to the doctor on Wednesday to get reassessed for the first time after they upped my dosage on my meds. Thursdays are always for band. Friday is football, and this week, Homecoming. Saturday we host a competition. 

    Gonna be a rough one, but we'll get through it. I'll keep updates coming in, granted I have time. In the meantime, be safe, much love, make good choices.