No more pencils, no more books, no more teacher's dirty looks

This is a letter to the underclassmen. We are the senior class of Mindsay. Who are we? We are the bloggers from Dessie and reaching back to Adam and his friends that he brought in to kick this off. All apologies to Luc and all his friends but you're still just Freshmen. But darn cool ones at that. We're proud to claim you guys as the ones that we stuff in lockers and steal pizza from. Collectively, we, the senior class, are smarter, cooler, better looking and get to have the best parking spots in the student lot. We get to write the rules. We got here first and established our territory, claimed the halls and the best hangouts. It really isn't different from the high school you went to.

It's great being in the Senior Class. We don't know everyone in the Senior Class but we certainly know who is it in the list of who's who. You may wonder who some of us are. Trust us, we're worth knowing but go back to the junior high hall and learn when and where it's appropriate to address us. Silly underclassmen. Haven't you been paying attention to your teachers?

Will you ever become part of the ruling Senior Class? Not as long as we're standing here and you should know we certainly don't have any intentions of graduating. We're having the time of our lives here. This is certainly the best school you could ever hope to be apart of.

Now if you don't put these thumbtacks on the Principle's chair, we're gonna stuff you in the gym locker.

"Half the evil, twice the fun."
>>jake.rad