Welcome back. When I think about how I will be graduating this year, I get nostalgic. I think back on my high school years and how the fads have changed so much over time: wearing livestrongs to getting piercings to flipping jeeps. So far the junior class is beating us 4 to 1 in drunken car accidents, but you just wait until graduation weekend- there will be rubble. 09 baby. Here are some unconnected thoughts:
I have gotten good feedback about my column; it turns out some people actually read this so I will take this opportunity to ask an important question: who is putting that stuff in the urinals? I’m not mad- I’m kind of impressed. You have got to be the most creative person at Newton South: a balloon, a feather, a tube sock, a roll of thread, etc. But all jokes aside, you should see someone. What you do is really messed up.
I shouldn’t have skipped that senior assembly, I heard some pretty vital information was given. Caps and gowns cost 35 bucks. Really? If I’m paying 35 bucks for something I’m going to want to wear it more than once. I probably won’t even have the money for that after the 110-dollar prom ticket. I might have to be the first to trade in the gown and cap for a rain-pancho and top hat.
The senior scavenger hunt really isn’t that bad of a thing. For a lot of us it will tie high school together. Before you pass judgment, remember that we started high school on the first day with a scavenger hunt. But instead of finding the wheeler house office and getting Mrs. Daviau’s signature, it will be crashing your mom’s minivan into an Asian market and stealing a baby.
I am so stupid for waiting until senior year to take chem. But it’s stupider that there is even a curriculum 1 class. Chemistry is a subject that you have to know in and out for some specialized fields like medicine, but is completely useless for the rest of us. It’s like teaching a stockbroker basic dance moves just in case he decides to go a different route. Mark my words: if I ever have to balance a chemical equation in real life, I will show up at my teacher’s house (probably at some odd hour in the night) and shake her hand. You can hold me to that.
TOM HASKIN I FUCKING DID IT! I WENT MOST THE ARTICLE WITHOUT SWEARING OR USING CAPS! SHIT-TITS!
I need to sleep. Until next time, Newton South.