The next day, we'd been on the Isle of the Midnight Sun with three flagpoles attached and, man this march made me sweat due to the fact that I had a cold, and that I carried around with heavy bags. Other than that, it's a great and most historical pathway I'd been there to be seen for years to come. It's a memorable march that lasts a lifetime. Oh yes, usual day; I turned in the 2 study strategy sheets, did the Tic-Tac-Toe game, took a Chapter 3 test, did the Vocab pop quiz and tried for fun facts on plants, rehearsed pep, and did the comprehension. Unfortunately, I had to do comprehensional skill reading on Lesson 4 for homework. But first, I added another sticker symbolizing Research Paper onto the checklist. We did a Homecoming Wrap-Up assembly, but we learned of the Alma Mater. I heard of the Alma Mater from near the end of sophmore year up until recently when I finally got to do the lyrics. The lyrics goes like this:
Unto thee Our Alma Mater
We pledge devotion true
And to thee our own Juanita
Our hearts will e'er be true
The red is for the living
The white to honor truth
The blue which stands for freedom
The symbol of our youth
The red is for the living
The white to honor truth
The blue which stands for freedom
The symbol of our youth
See? What do you think of the Alma Mater at the School? Did you like it? Does that make you think more of America, just so to stand and be proud for "The Pledge of Allegiance" while in school and "The Star Spangled Banner" your whole life if you live your whole entire time there in our country where we had those Constituitional Rights? Does that make sense to you whatsoever that if you live overseas, you may send your low-self esteemed teens to our country where we may want to teach them right with respect and learn our variations of the Alma Mater of America starting with "O say can you see...", "God bless America, my home sweet home..." or "O beautiful for spacious skies..."? Right, true? You'll be impressed if anyone in America will expect you as the unexpected. Haha, eagles rule!
Homecoming game, we know the choir sings at the beginning, football players playing, cheerleaders following us into something that makes us somewhat cheesy and sport-pep like, blah, blah, blah. Yes, same story with a different purpose whatsoever for every single year. Other than that, this year, we played against the Lake Washington kangaroos - our nearby rival school. We definitely won, 20-7. No fireworks? That was a bit weird. I watched the fireworks sophmore year, I see the ASB president as king with the secretary as queen in a float. Very impressed, but we watched the rest of the game, but we lost to the Mt. Si Wildcats (WILDCATS EVERYWHERE BLAH BLAH BLAH ALL IN THIS TOGETHER! NOOOOO! DX TURN YOUR ANNOYING SINGING VOICES DOWN YOU EAST WILDCATS! Don't you dare continue with your Oogielove-cheesiness, for the most annoying/hated Wildcats were the uglies to be new pretties while you're in a real-life college joys. For I am not a Bieber-fever, dumbed-down HSM fanatic, mindless tween, and I am a most rockin' good teen. Don't you see? All of your - no, I used to fall in love with Justin Bieber while in middle school, I was sorta dumbed off of that thing until everything has changed when Justin turned from High-School-Musical-sorta-type-of-yeah-mindless-tweens-get-it pop star to one of the cool kids while in college. I think wow, I might get peeved on bit by bit while I take Health class. I'm sorry Wildcat fans of HSM, you better read Maximum Ride now or else, you'll be part of the "cool crowd" with Justin.) Junior year, it began to rain after those long days of rainless possibilities and yes most of us go home, not knowing of who wins. We really won.
The next evening, we went to the Homecoming dance. The Homecoming dance reminds me of all fairy tales I read so far and will look forward to. We danced to the mind-jumbling rap, which I really don't understand it very well. In the end, we finally get to go dance around the songs I actually know of from elementary school to now. At the end of the dance, my mom showed up when I called her. It was very shocked, but surprising. We took the pictures of our Once Upon a Time props and such, ending with me holding flowers and a souvenir ticket like I was on the wedding day when I get to marry the prince of my dreams - is it my imaginary friend of those eight years or the unknown coming soon in which I'll hold on until later use or that real-life person in which I am madly in love with later in the not too distant future. When I come home, we put the flowers on the vase, and headed off to bed. Yes, I got my haircut and makeup on.
In conclusion, on a Sunday, we hear the summary and "in-depth" of how the church was born and how did it dealt with all of my sins I have from my 15-year old long-time autism to the now-most recent mindless esteeming value. We learned of how the church send first aid-snake bite kits to Africans. Yes, instead of six goats we mentioned earlier over the past VBS, it's smaller than I think. The video described as six sheep, which is somewhat miniature like. We had International potluck, but I had a huge meal to satisfy the hunger. We go home, had fun, had dinner and go to bed. Thanks so much for reading and we hope you had a Once Upon a Time Homecoming Week. I'll see you next time. Bye guys.
Song: Bye Bye Bye by N-Sync
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