1. Sports at The Frank.
Nowhere feels as amazing as Friday Nights in The Frank, listening to Charlie Carmody (Rest in Peace Mr. Bobcat) cheer on our team, while the band plays from the band stand. And it's unspoken that everyone goes at least once in their time at GBHS.2. The Frank is ALWAYS 70 and Sunny.
It's never too cold, or rainy, or (god forbid) snowy, for Football in The Frank. Much to the band's displeasure.3. J Hammy is the literal worst.
We're aware she doesn't control snow days, but all my rejected headbands I couldn't wear to school will forever hold a grudge against her. Also, her personal vendetta against fun... Just, no. Also, we'll still be mad about the snow days.4. Getzinger's job is just to be himself.
Let's be real here... Does he have a real job? I don't think he even knows what his job is.
5. The first sign of summer: Ziggy's.
Forget warm weather and flowers and whatnot, the real first sign of summer in Grand Blanc is that beautiful day when Ziggy's opens for the season, and then the birds sing praises for the ice cream gods that are Ziggy's.
6. The Key Jiggling.
You don't really get it... But every time the phrase "Shake your keys if you love freshmen" is spoken, those keys are shaking so loud they can hear it from two blocks over.7. Interclass Games were REAL.
Homecoming week was the only time you'd savagely mock your friends in classes below you, and try to hold your own against your upperclassmen friends while dressing ridiculously without being mocked. Spirit week leading up to the games was just one way to earn your class points in this tournament of school spirit. Friendships were put to the test during these games. These games got intense, but once those with the most spirit were crowned victorious, it all went back to normal.8.Donuts for Midterms/Finals.
Everyone at Grand Blanc can associate the week of hell that is midterms/finals with one good thing, donuts. Every morning of these tests you could treat yourself to a donut (Except for junior year. Stupid healthy food rule) for a small fee to begin the process of eating away the sadness that is to come when you look at your first test and know NONE of the answers.9. Patrick Simpson
I don't care who you were in the school. Be it band kid, football player, tabletop kid, anime nerd, theater kid, or whatever. You knew Patrick, and you loved him. I have never met a man who cared so much about that school, and all the people in it. He has this ability to make anyone feel happier because of his sincere positivity. He is an incredible blessing to the school, and he'll hopefully be there cheering on our Bobcats for years to come.
10. The Gum Pole
. A Disgusting tradition for the high school students. Everyone knows exactly where their piece of gum has been placed on that pole, and they tell people. "See that green one on the left, just below the fence? That's mine." We all pass by it from time to time while walking to class, and it's an ugly thing... But it's our ugly thing, and we love it anyways.
11. Crossing.
A high school so big they need two buildings to hold all the classes... It was ugly. Especially during winter. Plus, you only get 9 minutes, so just pray you're not going from science wing of east campus to the art wing of west campus (#Eternallylate). Freshmen dream of being seniors so they can stack their schedule with classes they know only take place in one building so they can laugh at their friends who still have to cross.
12. "I Believe"
The chant you hear EVERY event. Every GB kid knows it, and will say it for just about anything. "I. I believe. I believe that. I believe that we. I believe that we will! I BELIEVE THAT WE WILL WIN!!!"13. NEVER TAKE LOWER CROSSING PATH WHEN IT RAINS.
You will be late when it rains, or you will drown trying to take the lower path. It floods if we get a milliliter of water. No joke.14. The Band Hall is basically a foreign country.
When you pass those double doors and get into the band hall, everything you knew no longer applies. It's a unique kind of chaos, in which everyone is walking in sync, and there's usually someone drumming on something. Possibly a drum pad, possibly the drum major. You'll probably be hit in the head by a flag. It's anarchy, my dude. #Room420 #ButNotLikeThat #AfterSeasonBlazeIt Seriously though, these band kids are on a whole different level, and they work so hard, and the band hall is where they get to goof off before rehearsals. So, let them have their anarchy before they go do endless reps of the same two measures. They've earned it.
15. The feud between the middle schools.
My boyfriend and I still argue about who's middle school was better (Obviously West Middle School was better, just saying). This is a debate that has been going for a long time, and if you befriend someone who went to the wrong (aka East) middle school, you know you'll still be bickering about it when you're older. It's a feud greater than any sports rivalry16. Mr. Carmody.
We will always love and miss you. We hope that you're enjoying yourself in that big announcers box, wherever you are. And don't you worry bud, I'll keep the floor from floating and the walls from falling while you're gone.17. In loving memory of Mr. Charlie Carmody, our forever Bobcat.
