The Final Day
I will spare you my tiresome speal abotu how enthralled I am about the conclusion of my public schooling, and instead I will give you an account of my day thus far.
I woke up and packed up my shit for school (math textbooks, art project, cd player) and then proceded to walk to school with my little brother for the last time ever. I got there and had my final arguement with kealy about how much my art project sucked. (I thought it was pretty good considering I did it at 1am the night before) I then hopped up to the third floor and passed in my calculus assignment to a more than happy Spinney. She seemeed shocked that I was so happy to be leaving this place. Aparently she forgets how much it sucks wanting to grow up. Then a little jog down the hall brought me to Mr. Campbell's class. I returned his book and we had a nice chat abotu other books we liked, I then asked him to sign my yearbook. He signed it on the Webmasters page, and here's what he put:
Isaac:
Thank you for your sardonic wit and all your work on Student Council. Hope you put away enough for school and our fishing trip. (in South Carolina!) I wanted to be a Webmaster!
-Andrew
He then proceded to draw himself with a fro in between Mr. McGilvry and Edmund, and called himself "Abe Froman". I then ran across the hall to Ms. Prosser's room and told her what I set out to tell her. She seemed to liek what I had said, as she asked me to put it into writing for her after she signed my yearbook. I fully intend to do just that, and I will be giving her some samples of my writing from the past year. This is where I coudl use your help. If there have benn any journal entries that you think were outstanding ideas that coudl be edited and submitted to Ms. Prosser for me to show off, let me know which ones you liked. Also any poetry, lyrics, etc that you think may be outstanding, let me know. I really want to impress her! HA! I am a dork!
This is one of the funniest things I have ever seen. Josh Windle sent it to me a while ago.
warout
-isaac
PS: When I finish my letter to Ms. Prosser, I will post it here.
I woke up and packed up my shit for school (math textbooks, art project, cd player) and then proceded to walk to school with my little brother for the last time ever. I got there and had my final arguement with kealy about how much my art project sucked. (I thought it was pretty good considering I did it at 1am the night before) I then hopped up to the third floor and passed in my calculus assignment to a more than happy Spinney. She seemeed shocked that I was so happy to be leaving this place. Aparently she forgets how much it sucks wanting to grow up. Then a little jog down the hall brought me to Mr. Campbell's class. I returned his book and we had a nice chat abotu other books we liked, I then asked him to sign my yearbook. He signed it on the Webmasters page, and here's what he put:
Isaac:
Thank you for your sardonic wit and all your work on Student Council. Hope you put away enough for school and our fishing trip. (in South Carolina!) I wanted to be a Webmaster!
-Andrew
He then proceded to draw himself with a fro in between Mr. McGilvry and Edmund, and called himself "Abe Froman". I then ran across the hall to Ms. Prosser's room and told her what I set out to tell her. She seemed to liek what I had said, as she asked me to put it into writing for her after she signed my yearbook. I fully intend to do just that, and I will be giving her some samples of my writing from the past year. This is where I coudl use your help. If there have benn any journal entries that you think were outstanding ideas that coudl be edited and submitted to Ms. Prosser for me to show off, let me know which ones you liked. Also any poetry, lyrics, etc that you think may be outstanding, let me know. I really want to impress her! HA! I am a dork!
This is one of the funniest things I have ever seen. Josh Windle sent it to me a while ago.
warout
-isaac
PS: When I finish my letter to Ms. Prosser, I will post it here.