anna belle said, we're showing off. then she changed the subject to standardize prep testing, and he stopped smiling. [laughter] he had a solid gba. his girlfriend, ashley, had passed the tests her junior year. she was applying to baylor and some places even further away. no tack, no college and no college football. when i get to the test, he said, it doesn't translate. i act like i haven't been studying. anna belle looked for some encouraging words, but a buzzer was sounding from the cafeteria. the eighth graders were starting lunch. if she wanted to attract an incoming freshman class it was time to put on a show. all right, chicas, she called, giving the dancers a roundhouse wave. are you ready? the girls passed a sign and into the calf cafeteria with their principal calling, where is my strutters at? the because drummer smashed an echoing salvo, and somebody called, hit it, reagan. john phillips sousa this was not, and the haisong neither. the drum line teased a march beat that might have resembled standard hip-hop i