A Cheers to the End of Cheer

Cheers to the School year:

Barf- here’s to being the closest thing I had to a best friend, the Kat mobile, the hand sanitizer, the creative writing assignments on my behalf, Lost, Chuck Palahniuk, six to eight black men, Larry’s escape, my Granddad, journals, your silly green car-truck-thing, over-digesting music, blogs, ‘secrets’, my OCD, the geniuses of 2010, your burlap plaid tie, Oedipus, ‘seriously?’, your lack of organization, the universe pass, Tori Slef, Mr. Casrson, slow yearbook dinosaurs we call computers, your media center, and here’s to being my favorite teacher (so far).

Kat- here’s to lunch scorching in the sun, thousands of useless yearbooks, G.H., “You just touched my butt!”, eleven blogs, global warming, sesame street, Korean subtitles, ‘The Great and Powerful Editor’, baby birds, John Cook, 8504557100, Clay, The Rat, Ignat and Olga, go green, WWF, photographs, yearbook, all the success, and here’s to you for being amazing!

Seth- here’s to high school, ‘it’s that big’, ‘NOW’, stalling out in front of subway, ‘I love you-r Jew Fro, l-y-e, PDA, Robert, homecoming, Deathcab, Keane, Iron and Wine, lots of other bands, Kayla Hairy, and all the stupid jokes.

Samantha- here’s to Masantha, Carsonade, green sharpies, dogs of various shapes and sizes, being my Prom date, and driving to Greenville at 3 am.

Slef the Riot- here’s to your rat, math homework, crabgrass, broken glass, Chelsea Dobson, your arms and legs, the upside down Bible, skinny jeans, fantastic shoes, odd ball mothers, locking my keys in my car, the really tall guy, being my apprentice, and here’s to a hopeful future for all your dreams.

Roletta- here’s to your fro, orange, purses, puppies, big dogs dragging little dogs backwards down the highway, permits, and here’s to your flat iron, may it serve you well.

Carrie- here’s to you not really liking South Park, refusing Barf’s orders, math, and here’s to the fact that I am nothing like your sister.

Nikki- here’s to Marsha, editor’s farewell, our lazy adviser, relax, your accent, Nathan, Chase, and Tyler, ‘Don’t get picky with the Nikki’, Jayce is such a guy, and here’s to how much I am going to miss having you around to take the blame.

High School- here’s to the pain, the suffering, the headaches, the tests, the bad grades, and the one more year until I never see you again.

Drink up me hardies yo-ho!