Hey, At Least I Can Spell "Senior"

In ninth grade over at the ole' Missy Ho, we had to write a letter to ourselves as seniors. This assignment had of course passed out of all memory, but today, nearly three years to the day later, I recieved a letter from Mrs. Schulte with a couple of old stamps on it. There was a smarmy little essay about my goals (three out of four ain't bad) and a sheet of notebook paper filled with memories. The other side is more entertaining but slightly more self-incriminating. We'll see if I post it or not.
Click for a better image. Man, look at that childish handwriting.

I propose that any MHS alum seniors who recieve their letters post them on their blogs, provided they're part of this community. So Kurt and the Tabasco Sisters and that's it. Oh, and Sara Swenson, right? And Bundy if we want to count him...which we do!

Koeping W/Government is coming back to BHS, sans Stu Lade. Pritschet asked the German class and I signed up, but as far as I know no one else is on board yet. We've clearly got all the manliness and rational liberalism we need, so think broads and conservitives. Sam expressed some interest, but I'm pretty sure that was just to piss me off.

Right now, I'm honestly thinking Catherine Lepel and Arielle Schnur. With any luck, they should cancel each other out like matter and anti-matter, although I hope they don't obliterate each other into pure energy, at least not while I'm in the room. Oh man, Lepel and Schnur trading barbs on air would be priceless. Lepel will quote Scripture, Schnur will quote Oscar Wilde, I'll quote Tupac, and it'll all be good.