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When Nicholas first told me he wanted to make this book of his a reality, I thought he was crazy. The boy can barely read, for crying out loud. But so strong was his spirit, his perseverance, that I had to o-k the project. That, and he gave me delicious little ham niblets.
The project, although proposed over the summer between Junior and Senior year, was not completed until the late summer of senior year. What should have been worked on at a steady pace was cobbled together in less than two months- and I think it shows. Not that I'd tell him that- he's too damned proud of his work. That silly boy- the English are all the same. Too busy drinking tea to write a book or fight a war. Posh! The yearbook came in rather slow, too. And that's coming from a turtle with no back legs! Indeed, it trickled in like an old man's urine trail into a bathroom urinal after happy hour: inconsistently and with breaks and dribbles throughout.
Still, I am proud to put my stamp of approval on the Personal Year book idea. It's not a girly-ass scrap book like I'd expect Nick to make, and it can be copied well and easily, assuming you cheap bastards paid him. He needs that money to get me food- I can't survive on the metabolic digestion of my own poo, now can I? Well, technically I can, but I have dignity! Look at my name! I ended the second world war from a wheelchair!
So, when you read this little book and you flip through it, laugh. Giggle at the immature jokes, chuckle at the stupid things you and your friends have said. But remember to keep it: in 5, 10, or even 50 years, you may not find the jokes funny, you may not remember when all the quotes happened, but you will reflect on your years at school and smile. Nomatter the amazing places you go, keep Cary with you. That's why Nick wrote this darn thing.
Now get going, you whippersnapper.
-Dr. Franklin Delanor Roosevelt, PhD
The project, although proposed over the summer between Junior and Senior year, was not completed until the late summer of senior year. What should have been worked on at a steady pace was cobbled together in less than two months- and I think it shows. Not that I'd tell him that- he's too damned proud of his work. That silly boy- the English are all the same. Too busy drinking tea to write a book or fight a war. Posh! The yearbook came in rather slow, too. And that's coming from a turtle with no back legs! Indeed, it trickled in like an old man's urine trail into a bathroom urinal after happy hour: inconsistently and with breaks and dribbles throughout.
Still, I am proud to put my stamp of approval on the Personal Year book idea. It's not a girly-ass scrap book like I'd expect Nick to make, and it can be copied well and easily, assuming you cheap bastards paid him. He needs that money to get me food- I can't survive on the metabolic digestion of my own poo, now can I? Well, technically I can, but I have dignity! Look at my name! I ended the second world war from a wheelchair!
So, when you read this little book and you flip through it, laugh. Giggle at the immature jokes, chuckle at the stupid things you and your friends have said. But remember to keep it: in 5, 10, or even 50 years, you may not find the jokes funny, you may not remember when all the quotes happened, but you will reflect on your years at school and smile. Nomatter the amazing places you go, keep Cary with you. That's why Nick wrote this darn thing.
Now get going, you whippersnapper.
-Dr. Franklin Delanor Roosevelt, PhD