Skeletons

Everyone has a skeleton or two in their closet...so what's mine?

Mayyybe I was a CHEERLEADER in high school. Whew, it feels good to get that off my chest. Now, you might be wondering why voluntarily bring this up when I'm obviously not proud of this fact? I air my dirty laundry for comedic purposes only. Got this fb invite the other day:

"For the first time ever Pep Squad alumni are being invited back to perform in the 2010 homecoming assembly. We are encouraging all Pep Squad alumni to come and participate in this spectacular event! Please spread the word!!"

Please excuse my language, but HELL NO. What would keep me from not wanting to go back and re-live the "glory days"?
A.) The chick on my squad who yelled/cussed me out in front of everyone and said I was a "conniving b****" for always crying and making her look like the bad guy (keep in mind I was crying by this point too). She's a confirmed attendee.
B.) The idea of performing in front of innocent bystander-highschoolers with a bunch of out-of-shape WOMEN, for whom those really were, "the glory days".
C.) I graduated SEVEN YEARS AGO and never looked back.
D.) The whole idea is just embarrassing.

Gooooooo Pep Squad!