Homecoming Failure

All week there were festivities to celebrate homecoming. On specific days you could dress like a superhero, find a partner and dress alike for twin day, and wear a silly hat. The other two days you had to wear your class color or wear NMSD colors. I got caught up in the hype and I made sure to dress up for every single day. My favorites were superhero day, where I dressed like Violet from "The Incredibles," and twin day, where I dressed the same as my stuffed animal, "The Cat and the Hat."

As SBG President, I had to sign the "Star Spangled Banner" for the football game. I wanted to sing and everybody was fine with that. I practiced in my spare time perfecting every note, even the dreaded part, "and the rocket's red glare." That note was the hardest for me, but I eventually perfected it. Then, the moment came when I had to go up there on the football field with my microphone and the four boys that were signing the song. I was so nervous that my voice trembled occasionally, but I tried my best to keep my voice steady. I kept telling myself not to fail the high note, and I did. I failed. When I squeaked, I put my hand to my forehead and continued, rushing off the field hiding my face when I finished the song.

So the moral of the whole day: there is a fine line between dauntless and reckless, bravery and stupidity. I crossed into reckless and stupid territory. I should have just retreated into the safety of my own kind where there is silence and the people are expected to be silent as well. However, I wallowed. I got myself a fry bread and a root beer float, both laden with calories that I shouldn't be eating. I'm supposed to be on a diet so after my gorge-a-thon, I hated myself even more.

There was a homecoming dance at 7:30 and it sucked. Nobody danced, nobody wanted to be my partner in games,and I was TIRED. So I went to bed early. I'm probably overreacting to this entire event, but you know what? I have an excuse. I'm a teenager so therefore, every embarassing and traumatic event is the end of the world. Right? Right? That's a valid excuse!

I try not to be one of those annoying "Gossip Girl" clones that cry at the drop of a hat, but I'm afraid this rant might be Gossip Girl worthy. Is it? If someone says yes, then I know I have absolutely no class. :-P

So, do I have class?