When I was in High School...

I have never been so pumped before in my life. To think I did not want to go to cheer at the basketball game yesterday. Which was a red out which is where they givce students free red t-shirts. So I got a free red shrit. We were verseing East Chicago Central. Let me tell you, their cheerleaders were loud and all up in our grills. We used to think there was a think called taking turns in cheerleading, only these girls must not have heard of that. So Adri, our captain, and I were trying to be loud and out do them only we needed our team to help us do that.
The game was close the entire time. It was so exciting. We went into overtime and we were back and forth with the baskets. I was screaming my head off. Only, I was extremely angry with our student section. They were life less. To think they would have stood up or yelled, but no they sat on there butts all pretty. All because it was a JV game does not mean you do not show your bulldog pride. Then they stood for the varsity game, which was not at all exciting because we whipped there other ends.
Once the varsity game was completed the girls and I headed over to B-Dubs for fried pickles. Can you say yum? I was changing in the car into the jeans my mom brought me and then I was going to wear my snazzy free shirt. Only was I stripping down and like only in my sports bra... I realized I left the shirt in the bleachers at school. So my mother being the wonderful women she is got me a sweatshirt from Walgreen's. Then I was all good. The thing was it seemed as though all of the town had gone to Buffalo Wild Wings after the game. There was a table with the principal and his family, dancers, and other students. I had enjoyed my self though.
Our waitress was ever nice, but very chit chatty. She said she loves when high schoolers come in. So all she did was tell us stories about her high school days. She really liked us though, because she used to be a cheerleader. I liked her but not her waitress skills. I really wanted blue cheese with my wings but she gave me ranch. Then she talked so much I couldn't ask her to go get me blue cheese.
All in all it was a fun night. I am now going to write an essay I have been putting off by telling my mother I was typing it when really I was typing this post.
Love, Madi