Most of you will have no clue what I'm talking about so just go with it.
I walked up to Random Freshman today and asked him about Wednesday. His response, "Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday....what happened Wednesday? Oh yeah...well, I can't tell you much but..................."
Right about then He Who Shall Forever Remain Nameless walked up to me and started talking really fast (for a guy). If I had to venture a guess, I'd say he's excited about something.
I have found yet another reason why our principal is incompetant. I won't get into the whole scheduling thing 'cause I could rant about that forever. However, I will get into how Coach Patty asked if the dance team could perform the 7th, 10th, and 14th over a week ago. Back then, he had no problem with it. Tonight, however, he tracked down Coach Patty and informed her that the 10th and 14th are out of the question because that is little kid night or whatever.
Two games out of the year some elementary school basketball players come to Varsity games and shoot freethrows or whatever during half-time. I don't mean they play--I mean they just dribble and whatnot.
We've been kicked out of half-time by 10-year olds.
We pretty much marched into Huft-daddy's office (myself in the lead) and basicly begged him to let us at LEAST share the half-time show or whatever.
His response: "You should have had it planned out at least six weeks in advance." Oh please. Six weeks is a bit much. We've been working our asses off over this routine for a month so we can perform it once! Yay!
Uggghh, that reminds me...I have to floof my poms. They're tiny, old, hideous gold blobs--sadly the only ones we could get a hold of in time.