  I should be writing my research paper on black holes. I am not writing said paper because I find black holes terribly stale. I mean, ok, so they could be able to bend light and time. But can they play the piano like Chris Martin? I rest my case. Cheerleading informational meeting was held at lunch today.
One might have assumed it was actually called "Oh. my. god. CHEERLEADING meeting!! " However, it was actually nothing quite so special. Anna D. and Robin both hauled ass to the first floor to listen to non-athletes talk about cheer uniforms (" they're going to be so cute next year!!
") and the so-called strict credentials for joining the squad. Here is what I can surmise from the informational packet I read. To be a member of the Lewis and Clark High School Cheer squad, you must a) be a regular user of Crest Whitestripes (smile!! smile!! SMILE !! ) and b) have a super-trendy wardrobe.
And though not necessary, being the younger sister of one of the captains proves helpful. I know I shouldn't be bothered by all of this cheerleading crap. I was out there once myself, cheering maniacally for a losing team at a game I didn't understand. I gave into the allure of cute skirts and pom poms. But at the ripe old age of sixteen, it really bothers me that two of my closest friends think so radically different than I do. This school spirit, my lack thereof, is such a fundamental tenant of who I am.
Do Robin and Anna really want to chant and cheer for a school that caused Sean Fitzpatrick to open fire? When Jake was a sophomore, a girl hung herself at LC; is that something to cheer for? Do they both want to support an institution that is so blantantly homophobic that they cancelled The Laramie Project ? A school that regards it students as ID numbers and not people? Within it's walls we've all harbored resentment and hatred. I feel bad enough for doing little to nothing to fight it, and Anna and Robin are hoping for an opportunity to embrace it.
What perhaps bothers me the most is Robin's involvement. She has never taken a dance class, never been in a school sport, and attends one LC game a year. She bitches about how much she hates high school every day. And what has changed between that sentiment and this new, peppy one? What has spun her one-eighty? At the core of her new makeup-mongering movement seems to be mascara and low-cut tops.
I hate, hate, hate the way she's been acting. I hate, hate, hate her new personality. And I hate it all the more because I should support her. She's my friend , and goddamit, that counts for something! But not on this one, not at all. I just can't.
Affectionately... Anna 
