STC

Three words have changed my life.
Synchronized Tractor Corps.
No seriously. This is an actual, um, sport (?) at my school. It's homecoming weekend so I decided to catch the parade and maybe a bit of early morning drunk people watching (for the students who started drinking before 8am for the 1pm game). So there I sit with my grown up friend and my 4 year-old-friend watching the drunk kids throw candy from homemade floats and then they appear. The tractors. With there little signs. Synchronized Tractor Corps. And I knew I would never the be the same.

Today also reminded me just how old I am getting. I want to say that the students just keep getting younger, but I think I might be fooling myself. Please. Don't confirm this. I want to fool myself for as long as possible. With age comes self respect and a little thing I call dignity. I have to say I was appalled at some of the t shirts the ever-so-classy frat boys were sporting. The worst included "Homecoming: I'm like a fat girl at the prom... I'm just happy to be here". I think this might have been one of the most offensive things I have ever seen. It lands at least in my top 3. I was at a sports bar with a few of my super cool new posse because tickets to the game sold out, when we spotted at least 4 or 5 guys proudly wearing their filth. 2 women from my new crew, who also happen to be H.O.T. approached 2 and pretended to bum smokes and then proceeded to tell said boys how lame they are and that they are never going to get laid with their lame shirts. Funny part- their friends started to make fun of them. Sad part- they probably are going to get laid by some unfortunate girl who thinks it's funny and won't be getting a call the next day.