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Pep Rally and Pasta

Hello People. So yesterday was the first Harlan Hawks Pep Rally. Apparently it had a theme. (I did not know this until I got to school so I was unprepared.) (Hawaii themed.) It was interesting. The cheerleaders were fantastic. (And honestly they just look so cute in those uniforms. IDK why.) The dance team had a performance as well. The sexual appeal was grande'. I am so glad that I am not on the dance team. (Other than that their performance was lame in my opinion. Their facial expressions were the best part.) There were also some hypnotizing flag spinners. That was fun. Then the cowboy pointed to me and gestured for me to come down to him from the bleachers. He is my friend so of course I did without question. "Find two more cadets." I was like oh snap. The one that owes me pasta is conducting the orchestra and K, well I have not seen him all day. So I pointed out two freshman from my ROTC class. We went to get the flag and got in trouble with MSgt Hickman.Apparently freshmen aren't allowed to do the flag, but technically I am a junior... (Well the cowboy took the brunt of it, I opened my big mouth and got some too.) So the two freshmen and I went back to the rally, but the cowboy had to get two different cadets. I wish I could have helped. The gym was packed so I stood by the doors and chatted with Get-er-Done for a little. He plays soccer. Then school started so we parted ways. I didn't get to eat all of my breakfast. It was sad. I want to say nothing interesting really happened until like lunchtime. I was walking to the stairs and talking to my neighbor when someone poked the back of my neck. I was like who would do that? So I turned around to see the cowboy smiling at me. Apparently he just likes to poke people. As long as he doesn't get weird and doesn't touch my face, I am totally fine with being poked by him. (I hate getting my face touched.) Then we had lunch and I took my friend from journalism over to talk to the Colonel with me. The cowboy and Get-er-Done were there too. Both seemed happy to see me. We tried to convince my friend to join ROTC. The Colonel even had the boy who owes me pasta tell her why she should join. He also reminded the boy that he owed me pasta. So now the cute guy recognizes that he owes me. Perfect. (Actually when the Colonel told him, he looked at me and said, "Yes I do." so maybe he remembered me.) My meeting with the cheer lady was short enough for me to get to my proper class before the tardy bell. On Tuesday after school I need to come to practice and she will have me do a few moves in the mascot costume. (Dunno why she didn't just tell me that in the cafeteria yesterday.) Oh well. lol. I think that is all for now. My train of thought keeps crashing. Y'all have a good day.

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