January 27, 1997 Monday
I put the X-Files letter and signed photo in a new manila envelope before going to school, before placing it in Sidney’s locker.
It wasn’t more than a minute later before Sidney was at her locker and found it. I watched, standing with a small group in front of my locker, not far away. At first she casually began opening the mysterious envelope. Then she peered down the opening into its contents, did a perfect double-take, and at that point lost her nonchalance completely. I could see she was pretty excited. She began convulsing violently, and then started yelling and jumping up and down. Finally she gave me such a big hug I nearly suffocated. Later, Hoke said he heard her all the way down the hallway. She must have liked it, so I guess it was worth the thirty-five cents.
Today’s theme was “Hick Day,” but that didn’t go over too well. Each class began working on their section of the hallway during Homeroom. Hoke (who can also draw very well) and I are working to draw a big mural to put over the lockers, of all the faces of the varsity basketball team. We should win the competition. Among our ideas: a tinfoil river complete with a paper mache canoe, and black paper over the ceiling with Christmas lights to simulate the night sky. For the other classes, the freshmen never got the hang of Homecoming and the same will probably be true now. The sophomores, I have to admit, are the complete opposite of the juniors. Simply put, the vast majority of that group works until everything they do is perfect, which is amazing, and sometimes annoying. But good for them.
Tomorrow is supposed to be “Toga Day,” which would be neat because we’ve never done that before. Also, our class is planning to be at school at seven to start decorating, but I have my doubts we will. The weather is again to blame. The roads were terrible today, with 3-4 inches of new snow. Would you believe me if I told you we’re supposed to get 3-6 inches of more snow?
We have already used five snow days this year, and some of us are wondering exactly what this will do to our graduation date. I don’t want to graduate in July, but at this rate…
One last, last word on the (sigh … champion) packers. Yes, okay, so they won the Super Bowl. Whoopee. Yes, they are pretty good. Yet Mr. Mavetz is insane with delusions of grandeur. He had the audacity to suggest this year’s packers could beat the 1985 Chicago Bears.
I think all that “frozen tundra” has frozen his head,