I’m just going to say it – I hate Homecoming.
Homecoming is just no fun. It’s a month of hell.
We stay up late every night either painting, dancing, or building something that will last for, at most, a week.
I’m surrounded by a bunch of cranky, sleep-deprived classmates who are complaining and comparing who has the harder life.
It’s awful.
Sure, there are the occasional laughs when someone “accidentally” throws paint on another person.
Or when someone who has no business dancing slips and falls on his or her butt trying to learn how to step out of a spin during a dance choreographed for real dancers.
What about those moments when we get to bond with people we probably would not have met otherwise?
Then there is Saturday, when all the organizations get to come together and celebrate all the hard work they put in all the while creating something they will talk about for the rest of their lives whenever they run into friends.
My favorite thing about Homecoming is afterward, when all of the people who complained about the late nights say that they won’t do it again.
When you walk by those same people, you smile, hug, and look forward to doing it all again next year.
I just love Homecoming.
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