It's been a while since I've gone hoarse from cheering. I think the last time might have been at the St. Margaret's Speech Day for the graduating class of 2004. Dressed in our Hogwarts-worthy graduation gown, we cheered the house down in celebration of our accomplishments. Towards the end of the evening, not one of us could complete a sentence without our voices breaking. When they closed the ceremony with the school song, it sounded like a cacophony of frogs. But it was beautiful, because it was OUR speech day.

Three years later, my vocal chords got their exercise again, at the inter-hall cheerleading competition. In my opinion, all of them bungee-jumping, stunt-bike-riding and skateboard-skating punks can go to hell - cheerleading is the most extreme sport of them all. Of course, after having been systematically whipped in the Hall Games, it's nice to come out tops for once.

GO HALL 15!

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