Besides that, I had the priveledge of attending an "Assembly" today. I usually just find some corner to hide out in (even if I have to resort to a bathroom) and skip it altogether. But my brother was singing the "Star Spangled Banner" in a group at the beginning of this particular assembly, so I had to go. Out of filial loyalty.
Well, my brother's group did a really nice job. That was about the first five minutes of the assembly. For some reason, the rest of it was a little less thrilling. I got to watch cheerleaders dance with guys in tank tops. To a really bad rappish re-mix. I tell you, if yer gonna dance, dance to music! This was a very repetitive beat with incomprehensible lyrics. Oh, they tacked on a bit of Anastasia at the beginning. Hurrah. Okay, granted, I'm not totally immune to the charms of guys in tank tops. But that's beside the point.
And the assembly went downhill from there. Well, there was a brilliant break dancing routine by my Psychology teacher . . . and a moderately funny spoof of "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire" . . . and about an hour of boring, banal spirit contests and other such fluff. Dance Company performed and, once again, defied the dress standards. No surprise there. The rappish music wasn't any surprise either. And I think they used the same dance routine as last time.
And that's enough talk for today. I'm tired.
