Homecoming

Yesterday night, Pack-Attack started around 7:00pm. John was awesome and gave me a ride, and unfortunately, everyone had to pay $2 to get a little ticket stub that Mrs. Watson tore into halves. It was almost sad. The drum line, ITS, SGA, MUN, Psychology, Anchor, and STAND performed some very, VERY contrasting skits. The Anchor people were just screaming most of the time, which was pretty scarring because it's the only one I've joined. Nelson was cheering on Psychology Club a bit unenthusiastically because their skit wasn't amazing, but he was president, which Noli informed me. I felt slow. Michelle, my fabulous big sis, informed us that we didn't actually have to go, which contradicted Mrs. Chason's "you'd better be there, I'm taking attendance"-ness that people described to me because I missed the meeting for MAO.
This post is taking a while to type because I'm looking at the phone tree. The Rickards Invitational money is due this Thursday (I don't usually make announcements on here, Lacey, just so you know). We're helping out at the FSU vs. Miami game this Saturday at 1pm, which will be interesting like always. I hope people show up to it.
In English, we had to vote for the Homecoming king and queen, and I voted for John M and Alicia, and Jack didn't know what to do so he closed his eyes, twirled his pencil point in a circle in the air, and it landed near Alicia's name. His eyes were closed. He repeated these steps with the guy column and landed on John M's name. It was hilarious. Jack's face was in a state of traumatizing shock when he looked down the second time.