The Class of 2012
My little sister is a cheerleader.
(You, in the back…shut up.)
Anyway, she’s a cheerleader. And is a senior in high school.
And the high school cheerleaders/football players have a bunch of goofy but old and unquestioned traditions they play out year after year.
I was never a football player or a cheerleader so I don’t really understand the value or reasoning behind much of this behavior- but it’s all about tradition and tradition makes it okay…okay?
ANYWAY- Thanksgiving day is the “big game” between my hometown and the “rival” town next door. (Again- “rivalry” is more of a traditional term. There are no Jets vs. Sharks knife fights.)
So the night before the “big game”, the cheerleaders bust out their best arts and crafts and proceed to decorate the homes of the starting-team football players. By “decorate”, I mean they make signs on poster board that say things like “Go, Fight, Win!” and “This is OUR house, baby!” (whatever that means) and hang them on the houses of the players. It’s goofy, but the kids like it. So that’s fine.
ANYWAY- the other side of that tradition is for the cheerleaders. The freshman cheerleaders do the same thing for the departing senior cheerleaders. They each pick one cheerleaders house and “decorate” it with signs encouraging them to…um…cheer their hearts out.
If you’re a semi-regular reader of this site and the comments associated with each post, you’ll occasionally see a comment from someone who signs off as “your sister” (it’s my sister). Most of the comments made here by my sister are riddled with grammatical and spelling errors and I oftentimes call her on it. Not because I’m being mean, but because it’s a pet peeve of mine. I feel that if one is going to take the time to express oneself in a public setting, then one better know how to spell correctly.
So she hasn’t commented here much lately.
And I really thought that she was the only seventeen year old with horrible spelling and grammar skills. But apparently, the class of 2012- the freshmen in High School- are just as bad.
My hometown is called Hasbrouck Heights.
The kids call it “Heights”.
But this is how the girl who decorated my parents house for my sister spells it:
