Last night, at Riverton High School's Homecoming game, my
Last night, at Riverton High School’s Homecoming game, my little brother was crowned Second Attendant to the Homecoming King, which means that out of all the boys at Riverton’s overcrowded high school, my little brother is the third most popular.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it.
I’ve already told you that my little brother is the funniest person in the world. Apparently, the general consensus is also that he’s one of the nicest kids in school, although I’m not the person you should ask on that front since the kid is a complete brat to me about 98% of the time. I can see it, though, when he’s around other people. So it wasn’t a surprise to anyone when he was nominated for Homecoming Court, even if his reaction to the whole thing was to be completely embarrassed about it.
I can’t even tell you how weird it is to be watching my little brother go through his senior year of high school. I haven’t lived her for four years, so when I left Randy was struggling through middle school like everyone else. Now he’s part of the elite group in charge of his high school and he’s having the time of his life. It’s weird enough to see your little brother acting like he’s starring in a John Hughes movie, but it’s even weirder for me because it keeps underlining the fact that it has been exactly ten years since I was in the same exact place.
Of course, I wasn’t in the same exact place. Although I think I was probably as happy as he is in high school, I spent most of my time with a small group of close friends, rather than a large group of good friends, and we spent our senior year believing that the activities of the drama department were life-and-death-the-most-important-thing-ever. Although this tight knit attitude resulted in life-long friendships and a plethora of good times, it also led to a general lack of interest in the rest of the student body and I’m am less than proud to admit that I made it all the way through high school without being nice to more than about 30 people.
I was on the Homecoming Committee my senior year, but I wasn’t asked to the dance. I actually wasn’t asked to any dances in high school (ok, technically this isn’t true, but for various reasons I never accepted the invitations) and while it was pretty common for girls to go in groups without escorts, I didn’t really like going to school dances and usually opted out. However, for senior year Homecoming I was guilted into going and I ended up heading off to the dance with five lovely “dates”.
Do I wish that I’d had a high school experience like Randy’s, where everyone knew who I was and thought that I was a great person? No, not really. It might be the stuff of Drew Barrymore movies, but I’d pass on being the most popular girl in school, only because I know now what I would have missed. My friends from high school are fewer and weirder (much weirder), but I can’t imagine life without them, now or then. Plus, if I had been on any other life path, I probably would have missed Kyle, who spent Homecoming Week at his high school playing saxophone in the marching band and then went to the dance in a diamond patterned cummerbund that matched the sleeves of his date’s dress (straight out of the eighties).
Nope, wouldn’t have missed out on all that for anything.
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