The Year to End All Years

This is it. This is the big one. The final stop. The year I have been waiting for for twelve years. Many fond (and many crappy) memories go way back in time. And this year, year 2006, is the final conclusion of It All. This is the year I graduate. In five monthes and twenty-three days the last four years of High School and the previous eight years of St. Athenasius/St. Johns will be done. Yet strangely, I don't feel anything yet. Not scared, sad, nervous, happy, but maybe relieved. Now that it is finaly coming to its conclusion.

I still have those memories to go by though.

Mike and I were in Kyle's truck. Kyle was driving. The radio was on. Mike found a pair of maraccas. The Eagles' Hotel California came on. Mike started wailing to the music. Kyle was laughing so hard he could hardly laugh straight . . .

I stood nervous, behind the curtain waiting for my cue to enter, my staff gripped in my hand like a security blanket. Finaly, she came on and said her line. I immediately followed. "A servant is not just a dog to a prince!" . . .

Jared stood tall in the snow bank at recess. I was a seventh grader. Jared dared us all to try to push him into the snow. I charged and was whitewashed as a result. Jared again dared us to try . . .

Third grade. My teacher had us all do a project on space vehicles. We were tasked to build one and present them in class. The day came. I remember Mrs. Kellogg, our teacher, dropping marbles in sand to explain crators. I asked her when were we going to do the space vehicles. She told me I missed them, I should have been paying attention. She nor I knew I had epilepsy . . .

English class. Mr. Gilpatrick. He took off Kerrie's show. Walked up to me, shoved it on my foot and said "Ah! Cinderella! Your shoe!" . . .

Mike paying %100 tip for a small pizza . . .

Ms. Ducey threatening Joe with death . . .

Ryan acting like a retard . . .

Travis and I thinking about how to best blow up Bin Laden . . .

Getting a date for prom, she cancels, and then going anyways . . .

Dancing anyways . . .

Jared as the Unknown Comic . . .

George Bush being elected . . . what a disaster . . .

Piper giving out detentions for unjust reasons . . .

School . . . CAP . . . Boy Scouts . . . Winter Survival . . . College searches . . . SATs . . . APs . . . Drama . . . The Gong Show . . . Religion, Religion, Religion . .. Friends . . . Enemies . . . And Everything Else. . .

And thats just the surface . . .

Anyways, Ms. Pontbriand in the end was right. The four years went by in a blur. Oh well. Alls well, ends well as they say.

5 Months 22 Days.

"Mmmm...Forbidden donut" -Homer

J Kuhl Signing Off