Sometimes the guy with the camera gets picked on

Being from a big town, where students are required to do a lot less in terms of extra-curricular activi-ties, I have noticed that small schools around here take things like homecoming week a little serious.

I have to say that I am definitely impressed with the class participation from the high schools to the elementary schools.

I was randomly selected to help lead the GO! FIGHT! WIN! – GO BIG BLUE! cheer at the 2015 Home-coming Assembly.

I was confused by Principal King’s selection at first because I was the one taking pictures for the PCN - which may be put in the paper one week or another.

I’m not typically a cheerleader of any kind. The most emotion I typically show is when I’m shouting at or cheering on my beloved Bears and Bulls behind my television set.

But I have to admit, I got into it real quick. If any sane person would have seen me on the gym floor they may have thought I was out of my mind.

It was fun.

You know what wasn’t fun? That day that I stabbed myself. I should probably explain that.

Growing up in a town 25 miles southwest of Chicago, I have never been stabbed or shot. However a few weeks ago, while trying to have a life-changing moment with my puppy Bruce, it happened.

I said to my young dog, “Bruce Leroy, this is a big moment in your life. The day I put on your dog collar.”

I then reached for his collar and in an attempt to release his collar from a zip-tied package, I was care-less with my knife and poked myself below the index finger on my right hand.

I bled pretty good, so after a little peroxide and gauze I went to have it looked at, just to make sure I didn’t need stitches.

After a clean bill of health and a few days away from the gym, everything started to heal up good.

Weeks later, I can even use my index finger to type.

That was a close one.