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Track 2: We're Not Gonna Take It

The Who

If it was my prom, I could stay home. Or if it was at St. Ag's, I'd have a case to make. My mom's never even heard of the Moratorium. She thinks that some blockhead having a date to his prom is more important than our soldiers and our neighbors, and maybe someday Franco, dying in Vietnam.

I'm not even a date—I'm a cousin! James, Jamesie, is not exactly my cousin, he's my cousin Cookie's cousin. My cousin Cookie's loudmouth mother is related to me; my cousin Cookie's fat father is related to Jamesie. I haven't seen Jamesie in a while—since I freaked out, I don't go to family gatherings. But Jamesie is seventeen, he's a senior, and he needs me for a date?

My mother says, “Don't jump to conclusions, Edith. You don't know what a fine young man he's become.”

I know he's a blockhead.

He has to be. Me and Luna reasoned it out. We flipped through the family photos, and the thing is, Jamesie is not bad looking He's shot up tall. Maybe his voice has finally changed, too. He's kind of cute, if he's your type—an Elvis pompadour with whitewalls around the ears, I swear. Nobody at Philadelphia Girls' would go out with him, but you think he'd be cute at Maple Tree Woods, which is in the stuffy suburbs.

And redundant, Luna says.

	ENGLISHPeach Sweeney
	Redundant: re · dun · dant—with
	the same meaning as a word used
	earlier in a sentence.
	The Department of Redundancy
	Department—ha!