There is a day, just a single day, where school is unbelievably fun. It is a day found within Spirit Week, which is either an enjoyable experience or a train wreck. Before I tell you about this unbelievably fun day, though, I’ll give you a little background info about the Spirit Week of this and last school year. Spirit Week is meant for the enjoyment of the students and torment of the teachers, based on how much the former enjoy it, the latter condemn it. Its date is decided by Student Council, of which I am a member of, and the theme of the days are also decided by SC. Last year, my once-goth friend Aubrie and I decided, for Spirit Week, we would swithch places. I would be all goth-y, she would dress all preppy, like me. As soon as I figure out how to import pictures, I will put those pictures on my site. I didn’t go overboard, just wore a fun but shocking outfit for Crazy Day. Not at all like this year.
This year I went all out. I wore the creepy red-and-black plaid shorts, black shirt with odd white marking (when you see the picture, it’s from the Legend Of Zelda series, just so you know), clunky black shoes (which I will take a picture of since they don’t show up in the picture), fingerless red and black striped gloves (forgot to put those on; I’ll take a picture) and the gothest makeup Aubrie could apply. Now, considering my usual preppy self, you might think my little costume wouldn’t be very “comfortable” for me to wear. In reality, however, it ROCKED. I had the time of my life. After my first few hours of uncontrollable giggling at peoples’ reaction to me, I was all business. I aced the uninterested, hostile zoned-out look. I’m a good starer-downer under normal circumstances, but the mascara really amplified it. I can’t even COUNT how many people told me what an awesome goth kid I make. I was like, “Well, the look does match the seething anger boiling in my soul.” Not really. I just said thanks. I was flattered, regardless of how backwards a compliment that seems. Well, that was my crazy day. I wanted you readers to know. Bye bye now! I have a Bowl-A-Thon to get to.
