November 2021
Sylvia Cavanaugh
cavanaughpoet@gmail.com
cavanaughpoet@gmail.com
Bio Note: It has been exciting to return to a regular school year and age-old traditions, such as Homecoming, feel both fresh and timeless. I am a Midwestern high school teacher and Poetry Club advisor. I serve on the board of the Council for Wisconsin Writers and I am English language editor for Poetry Hall: A Chinese and English Bilingual Journal.
Homecoming
It’s homecoming. It’s high school. Brisk autumn air and new outfits. Football players sport team jerseys in class, laugh loudly tossing jokes across the aisle. Girls flirt and midriff tops are back. It’s homecoming time and the kids are finally together again. The big dance is Saturday and all will sport fine style and class. All classes will attend the homecoming dance and there will be no touch down there because now it’s time for the homecoming dance dress code PowerPoint with seven slides showing inappropriate dresses not to wear to the homecoming dance. A homeroom boy stands up fist in the air to protest the dress code but girls down the hall their fingers smartly flying over phones beat him to it. It’s homecoming and time to debate the homecoming dance dress code. It’s a 1920’s theme this year And Jason bought a pocket watch with chain and now chains are banned along with short dresses. Protests are discussed at lunch amid school spirit contests and sign up for powder puff and powder buff and come paint a poster after school. Stains of the school song, still strained but getting better seep into the science hallway fourth hour. It’s fourth down and a field goal. The new sophomore from Chicago joined the football team. Football players practice after school in wind and rain after everyone else goes home. See the cheerleading stunts and jumps at the Friday afternoon pep rally with rivalries between grades over who will be loudest as rhythmically stomping feet almost take the bleachers down. The seniors always win. It’s homecoming with themed dress-up days all week. Monday is Pajama Day. Football players huddle over geography textbooks, plot latitude and longitude and argue amongst themselves over which one of them could maybe be a teacher one day. It’s homecoming week. It’s high school and we’ve all come home.
©2021 Sylvia Cavanaugh
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