Last Day of High School Forever

Today was our last day of instruction in a high school setting ever ever ever for the rest of my life. On one hand, it's kind of exciting. On the other, it's really sad! Never again will I get to make fun of Mr. Cornell or Mr. Meetze, and never again will I get to see Mr. Stuhlmiller's amazing classroom antics. And Mrs. Kratzenberg will never teach another AP English class! That's just wrong! She's not allowed to retire! I want my kids to have her because she's amazing amazing amazing!!!
Today was the last day of the amazing four year run of the cove, and the last day of four great years with my faithful locker. I remember in the beginning of 9th grade it had a really dumb lock thing that always stuck and didn't turn easily. One day I was late for class because it wouldn't open and I kicked my lcoker really hard and Mr. Day, whose room is right next to my former locker, yelled at me. Then he told the custodians to get me a new lock, and my locker has loved me and worked for me ever since. Wwo, and I remember in 10th grade there was that mean lady who sat in the halls right at that part where the corridor to the new gym and the technology hall intersect, and she used to yell at Kelly and me every day because we were always late to lunch. But we had Ms. Widman, one of the most rockin' Global teachers ever, the period before for Global 10 and we always stayed late to write "Otto von Bismark is a high-quality sexy person" on her board. I don't think there are any locker stories from 11th grade, but the craziest thing happened today when I was standing by my locker. It was the end of the day and I was about to start taking down all of the senior pictures that I'd put up there. This dumb technology kid riped down Kiersten Hall's picture when I turned to talk to Kelly! What a jerk! Then he pretended he didn't do it and just acted like a general scumbag. I finally found it on the floor of Mr. Day's room. But geez, what a random act of meanness. I hope that kid trips over his own feet in front of the girl he likes so he can feel nice and stupid. I'm mad at him.
The most important event of the day, however, was Brian's new hair cut. Brian, Brian, Brian, how could you do that to your hair? The only thing that makes your mohawk acceptable is the fact that your head is fuzzy and I claim fuzzing rights. End of story.
Chinese history is too complicated for its own good.
A general musing: does anyone have an opinion about the status of my couple prom pictures? The ex et moi aren't exactly on talking terms...I don't really care about the pictures and whether I get a copy, although I guess I'd kinda like to see them, but I'm just curious about them. Oh, that sounded really lame. It was lame. I'm gonna go hide my head in the sand.
Palindrome of the day: Is Evit Navajo? No. Java native? Si!