Well, it’s that time of year again. The time where confused freshman idle about the halls, where seniors abuse their seniority, and the sophomore and juniors just kinda twiddle their thumbs, glad that they’re not freshman and waiting for the day that they become seniors. Yes, my friends and loyal readers, it is back to school time. It’s the time to slap summer upside the face, kick it in the groin, and abuse our last precious weeks of it by trying to impress that chick in 3rd period pre-cal and pretending to know where your lunch card is. And is it just me, or is school spirit taking a turn for the worst? I haven’t heard any truly riveting recitals of school songs (kinda hard to do when it goes to the tune of “O, Christmas Tree”, I must confess), nor do I hear any friendly banter between two children of different schools. I think it’s because no one cares anymore. I don’t know whether to be pleased or torn. I always thought that high school rivalries taken to the extreme, much like the oft-debated Crip/Blood gang conflict, is too much like petty kindergarten squabbling. Get over your egos, people. Think of the power you’d have if you united. Like some kind of uber gang. But no, we’re stuck with derisive name-calling and pointless fighting. On the other hand, you should have pride as to what you are and where you come from. So I really don’t know what I’m arguing here, but I think it’d be cool to have a Crip/Blood merger. Call ‘em the Reapers. And promote brotherhood and peace in da hood.
I know I’m white, shut up.
“I never miss a chance to stick it to the man!” –Bubs
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