R-A-F-F-L-E-S
Raffles!
Raffles!
Oy!
Raffles!
Oy!
Raffles!
Oyyyy!
Hockey cheer.
I like my hockey seniors, so nice, so friendly, so fit. I foresee a tough time training, what with my zero fitness levels and endless list of four injuries. But I guess, if that's what it takes to win, I'm willing.
Four years in crescent, four chances to seek the champion's trophy. Not once, we managed to reach our goal. If I could stay in Raffles...
John said our lit teacher's a dick. I agree. He makes me nervous because he's more uncouth than I am. And that's bad.
