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Master Don Juan
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When I was a teenager, I attended a private Catholic school that was known for its athletic dominance as much as it was for its academic credentials. Every fall, shortly after the beginning of classes, the school threw a pep rally where the students would be herded into the gym for the last hour or so in order to cheer on our various sports teams before they went on to victory. Every nerdy kid dreads these kinds of events; we already get our social inferiority rubbed in our faces on a daily basis, and now we’re forced to have it rubbed in our faces with the administration’s backing.
BRUTAL!During one pep rally, I was sitting in the bleachers in front of a girl I’ll call “Kat,” a bottle blonde fond of bragging about her nipple piercings. When the football team was introduced, in her ecstasy to show her school spirit, she swiftly kicked me in the back while cheering. I immediately turned around, and upon seeing my face, she screamed, “No! Turn around! I wasn’t talking to you!” No attempt at an apology, nothing.