Including, I thought, about a dozen JV cheerleaders I can think of.
JACKOFDIAMONDS:
Most people are idiots.
I totally couldn’t argue with that sentiment. And he knew it.
“Mrs. Hanson?” A high-pitched voice next to me broke me from my thoughts. “Can you come help me with the thingamajig?”
I quickly straightened my screen and minimized the chat window. By the time our computer science teacher was standing behind us, I appeared for all intents and purposes to be diligently working on my web page, which, unlike Jack’s, wasn’t so much a tribute to classic rock as it was a page dedicated to encouraging Bayport High spirit.
Can I tell you how much that wasn’t my idea?
“Kiki, what seems to be the problem?”
The girl next to me frowned, and I recognized her as Hayley’s poor excuse for a minion from lunch.
“I can’t get this centered,” she said, pointing to a piece of text on her screen. “And it’s not big enough.”
Considering the fact that we had a handout with the HTML codes for font size and centering on it, Kiki’s statement went a long way to explaining how it was that she’d come to be following Hayley Hoffman’s lead. Obviously, she wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. Or, to put it in cheer terms, the puffiest pom in the JV set.
I waited for Mrs. Hanson to answer the question and marveled at her patience. Five minutes later, she was gone, and I went back to my attempts to hack Jack’s IM.
JACKOFDIAMONDS:
Miss me?
