Hawktober is full of "fun" events. Some really are fun though. I always looked forward to Community Involvement Day, where you go with classmates to do community service. Freshman year we went and worked in a government funded preschool program, sophomore year we went and baked cookies with the elderly in a nursing home, junior year we went to a daycare for underprivileged kids, and senior year we took handicapped children to the zoo. Getting kids involved in community service and making it fun is hard to do, and my high school was able to accomplish it.
Their other ideas of "fun" in Hawktober include:
- "Music in the Halls" (aka. they play music instead of the bell between classes).
- Hawk Walk (aka. forcing you to walk 4 miles for no apparent reason).
- Giving you a t-shirt that says Hawktober (insert year here) and making you wear it with your uniform bottoms (ie. skirt or pants).
- PowderPuff football (aka. junior and senior girls trying to kill each other during a game of flag football).
- AngelFlight (aka. an auction where parents spend ridiculous amounts of money on junk).
- Homecoming (aka. let's see how far we can take these sexual dance moves before we get in trouble for not leaving "enough space for the Holy Spirit" between us).
- Alumni Basketball Tournament (aka. OMG I miss being awesome at high school sports so lets all pretend we're still in high school while we run around all sweaty with our beer bellies)
- Mr. Skyhawk, which is a pageant for guys. Which things like this happen. It's actually hilarious.
- GrandHawks Day. You bring your grandparents to school and force them to sit through mass. More like they force YOU to sit through mass, because let's face it, grandparents love going to church.
And that's about all my brain can handle about high school. But shout-out to the Skutt Catholic Alumni Association for sending me this gem in my email yesterday morning. Way to freak me the eff out right away in the morning.
12 comments:
god, I had forgotten about powder puff
I read "Skutt" as "Slut" ...can I blame that on my lazy eye?
October meant homecoming and senior week in high school. I actually participated in those crazy things.
Fact: I was not voted to be on the homecoming court, despite almost every single one of my friends being on it.
I used to care about stuff like that, but what I didn't realize was that people thought I was a huge bitch in high school.
I was just quiet.
Now I'm a bitch.
Rant over.
That image is terrifying. But the sentence about leaving enough space between dance partners for the holy spirit made up for it.
Music in the halls seems chaotic. Are we talking gangster rap or classical? Because I'm picturing kids droppin' it like it's hot on the way to English. I don't think my classmates could have handled that.
Hawk walk - Never. Forced exercise is frowned upon in my book.
Um, I messed that up. bye.
Happy Hawktober! It's so fun to reminisce about high school!
I want the blow up hawk, it would scare the crap out of my dogs.
Honest to god, I thought that thing said "Slutt Catholic" and I was like, shit--- I would have liked to go there! Our mascot was a Spartan because we're Superior Spartans, baby! Even though we lose a lot, and you freeze your ASS OFF at pretty much every game, we're full of spirit. And a lot of our cheerleaders have herpes. Or so I've heard. But it's probably true.
This post makes me want to go to a high school football game haha!
This, unfortunately, was our nickname in high school. Skutt Sluts. Not that many of the girls attempted to change that reputation...
It scares the crap out of ME!
Catholic schools come up with the best sayings.
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