How bout them... Rebels?

I went back to West Friday night for their Homecoming game. Kinda interesting how things can change from one year to the next. Gone were the cheerleaders semi-interesting signs about beating the other team. Instead, we get solid advertisements. The band even had to go back to play part of the third quarter instead of just being dismissed after halftime. But plenty stayed the same.

I tried to catch up with as many people as offered themselves, but I think I was a tad deficient in that particular regard. At any rate, it was nice to hear that the Cardboard Club is continuing, even if it is just a small, pitiful little thing. It was nice to see Bonnie and Meredith and Laura (who looked great in her homecoming regalia, along with 80s reject Ian), although I didn't talk to them too much. I guess they know where to find me already ;). I talked quite a bit to Katheryn, and it made me miss all the carefree days of band shenanigans that seem too long ago. Another instance of the "don't know what you miss until you remember what you had." It was nice, though, to talk to everyone. Of course Cory was there too, but Cory hardly ever talks to anyone other than me anyway.

Oh, I've also pretty much decided to drop my Math major. Numerous reasons, including the new revelation by Mrs. Jackson that if you're certified to teach Math, they'll never let you teach anything else because math teachers are so needed. I certainly don't want to only teach Math, but I could stand only teaching English, so that's the route I'm looking at. Of course, the "English major only" thing is scary in terms of employment, so if I can I'd like to double major in something else. At the moment Sociology looks like a good candidate. It appears they're doing preliminaries for AP Sociology, which should be ready around the time I graduate with my masters (ideally). That means there would be a demand for someone to teach the class, but also a demand for someone certified to teach other courses as well. Ideally, of course. It's exciting just thinking about it.

Oh, by the way, I shouldn't worry since my roommate's only had four shots. He's fine. Really.

*would cry self to sleep, but couldn't due to all the yelling*