Well. it’s finally come. The end is drawing nigh. We’re almost done. I had a lot of things to say for my last issue but somehow when in finally came down to writing it; my mind seems to have gone blank. That’s okay though, I’m sure something will come to me soon.
School’s been a crazy four years. I’ve had a lot of fun, and a lot of experiences, both good and bad. But I think in general, high school will be a time that I look back on fondly. It’s hard to believe that in just a little while I will be graduating (that is, if everything goes according to plan). It seems like only yesterday when the students of my class and I were just mere freshman. I wrote this spiffy speech for graduation speaker try-outs, but the faculty decided they’d rather hear only one speech, about computers no less, rather then get a wide spectrum of speakers and fill the three spots they had once said were available. They claim that none of the other speeches were as well prepared (I guess those three hours in my first two periods wasn’t enough). Frankly I think some of us weren’t chosen because of certain personality conflicts. But that’s just my opinion (even if others share it), and I’m probably biased anyway (even though I’m right). Lucky for me. anything I can’t say over the pulpit at graduation I can say here.
Review of High School
Freshman year we were an interesting array of youngsters, straight out of Jr. high. and we acted as so. We lived In our own little world, almost separate from the rest of the school, believing that if we didn’t play our cards just right we’d be stuffed into a locker or perhaps taped to a tree. We avoided the seniors, the juniors, and those sophomores (who though they were so much cooler than us), and endured to the end of the year. At this same time four years ago, we rejoiced with the graduating class of that year, thrilled to death that we could no longer be labeled as, “little freshman.”
Sophomore year was grand. Not only was it our turn to pick on the freshman, but at rallies we would no longer be subjected to the scoffs and mocking of the tipper classmen. If you were lucky enough. a nice upperclassman might even pity you and your sack-lunch, and take you off campus for a nutritious meal of hamburgers and fries. By the end of that year, a few of us became licensed drivers. and even dared to enter the student parking lot (a territory normally reserved only for upperclassmen).
Junior year was a disaster, academically. Overloaded with classes, homework, big red books nicknamed, “the Brick,” and backpacks the size of Montana, a few of us didn’t make it. But those who did enjoyed the wonderful and glorious reward: senior year.
Senior year has been the climax of high school. Taking only enough classes to get you into your college of choice, many seniors have learned to budget their time between eating, sleeping, and those four or five classes that we occasionally attend…when it’s convenient. Sometimes questioned by others. a senior is heard saying, “homework? What’s that?”
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But now for the class of ’99, the great and…”marvelous” years of high school are coming to an end. I must admit I’m going to miss it. I’m going to miss walking trough the quad and seeing all the dead grass, and piles of construction. I’m going to miss walking out to the parking lot and seeing all those “cool” people light up their cigarettes. I’m going to miss having to do busy work in class for no apparent reason other than to pacify us momentarily. But in all seriousness, I am going to miss a lot of things. Events, teachers, friends… To be honest I’m a little scared of leaving. I’ve been going to school for almost as long as I can remember, and now…what now? The truth is, I don’t really know.
This year has been great. It sucked a lot too, but mostly, it was great. It seems like only moments ago I was printing the first Bachelor’s Corner, and it seems like since the initial theme of the column is relationships (or in my case, a complete lack there of), I ought to make a few final statements on regarding the opposite sex. There are a few key things that have brought me happiness throughout all these years that I have been chasing after all these girls that wouldn’t date me:
- Never gave up…EVER.
- Always remember who you are.
- Know what’s really important to you and in life.
- Friends are there when you need them.. and they’re there when you don’t. Use them accordingly.
I don’t really have much else to say My best wishes to the class of 1999, and to the rest of the school. Thanks for reading me.
Conversing with Santa Claus. I asked him for a girl friend. Apparently there are some things even Santa can’t do…
To the Seniors:
I. We have survived high school.
2. We have survived freshman, sophomore, junior, and senior year.
3. We have survived the massive construction of our school, complete with large, drunk construction workers.
4. We have survived the destruction of our back lawn.
5. We have survived a first day of school rally on the track.
6. We have survived the invasion of our parking lot.
7. We have survived losses in the class cheer and float competitions, when we all know it’s. supposed to be rigged.
8. We have survived trips to the dean’s office.
9. We have survived numerous calls from the attendance office due to their policy, which seems to change every other week.
10. Thus, we have survived Saturday school.
11. We have survived PSATs, ACTs, AP tests, Golden State exams, competency tests, SAT I & II, and STAR testing. Not to mention eight semesters worth of finals.
12. We have survived the senior thesis.
13. We have survived Economics.
14. We have survived a yearbook without collages.
15. We have survived the loss of some of the best teachers to ever walk the campus, to other schools, and to retirement.
16. We have survived the deaths of friends, teachers, and a principal.
17. We have survived it all, and then some. Congratulations to the graduating class of 1999. There will never be another class like us.
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I would like to thank: My Heavenly Father, my parents, my sister (who made me do marching band, and filled out my Oracle application), my little bros., Andrew & Ryan, Linds, (hey I liked your speech…) Road kill & Lone Star (heh, heh), PopSky, Keith, Michelle, & Tyler (thanks for “Black Friday”), the drumline (celebrate good times), The Lustful Foremen, my first stupid ex-girlfriend (still miss you), Girl #2 (IOU), my second stupid ex-girlfriend who dumped me after four days (good riddance), that blond girl who would sooner roast on a hot skillet than give me the time of day (don’t care), the “epiphany” girl AKA: “Corie,” (it’s past your bedtime, 823), all the other girls that wouldn’t date me (I love you), and the few who would (maybe some other time), heroes: B. McMinn, J. Young, K. Balson, D. Skeehan, column mentors: Amanda & Erica, CJ & Bryan, M. Austin, J. King, C. Cutler, teachers: Alipaz (why’d you have to go?!) DeVine (I want my desk), Greene, Navarro, Baldauf, Beban, Ridell, Tocharian (enjoy retirement), Dewar, Paul, Bogo, PJ, Baer, Berglund, Georgia (hi Georgia, thanks for all the candy), and you too Neely (remember ASB’s supposed to be fun), the MVPD for being so nice), the class of ‘99, and the rest of MVHS.