So she says, so shall it be...
For once in the history of all things historical its safe to say I'm in total agreement with Becca. As I breezed through step up day, seeing just how amazing next year's classes were going to be, a strange feeling fo dread began to lurk in my bowels, and it wasn't because I needed to crap a small Volkswagen. As I went from brilliant class to brilliant class, I started to realize just how much I'd relied on the presence of the seniors for social purposes. I know almost no one in my grade, and after seeing massive knots of stoners who can't understand references to the bloody MATRIX, I can't help but wonder how next year will go.
Thankfully, Comrade Dylan, one of my greater (and only) friends, is in about half my classes. Less thankfully, aside from a spattering of Baker and Becca, I don't even KNOW anyone in the rest of my rooms. I fear the seniors will stop making efforts to communicate after about nine seconds of being in college, as they are swarmed by new friends and beyond. At least Cam, Joel, Hilary, and Rachel are sticking around, but even they will soon be busy with all the classy characters at Four C's.
This all leaves me with one option. CyboSeniors. The massive nerdom of Moliver's face shall live on within a titanium carapace. Freschette will walk all the taller when he gives up walking all together for a set of high-torque assault treads. If Robin was dramatic before, jump kets can only make it better. Only then will my...crap...even this plan isn't working...
...hmmmmmmm, you can't attend a college that's full of flaming Kodiak bears, can you?
Damn it...still won't work...Kodiak Bears cost too much to ship...
As of now, school is over. The summer, however, has yet to begin. I remain firmly in the camp of epic gatherings. Lots of them. ALL of them, in fact. Do not go out with a whimper. We must band together and go all V on the parliament building of summer!
Alas, I rant.
Thankfully, Comrade Dylan, one of my greater (and only) friends, is in about half my classes. Less thankfully, aside from a spattering of Baker and Becca, I don't even KNOW anyone in the rest of my rooms. I fear the seniors will stop making efforts to communicate after about nine seconds of being in college, as they are swarmed by new friends and beyond. At least Cam, Joel, Hilary, and Rachel are sticking around, but even they will soon be busy with all the classy characters at Four C's.
This all leaves me with one option. CyboSeniors. The massive nerdom of Moliver's face shall live on within a titanium carapace. Freschette will walk all the taller when he gives up walking all together for a set of high-torque assault treads. If Robin was dramatic before, jump kets can only make it better. Only then will my...crap...even this plan isn't working...
...hmmmmmmm, you can't attend a college that's full of flaming Kodiak bears, can you?
Damn it...still won't work...Kodiak Bears cost too much to ship...
As of now, school is over. The summer, however, has yet to begin. I remain firmly in the camp of epic gatherings. Lots of them. ALL of them, in fact. Do not go out with a whimper. We must band together and go all V on the parliament building of summer!
Alas, I rant.