I remember writing this. I recall how I felt at the time. I can even picture the senior graduation commencement at the Palace (and the grad party days later). But god-dammit, I don’t remember my last day as a high school student ten years ago.
Ten years. I can’t fucking believe it! Has it been that long? Hmmm…it has! And ten years later, I will be even more flabbergasted. “Where did all the time go?” I will say! Funny how true cliches are in life.
Anyhow and anyways and anywho, I read this piece now and I scratch my head wondering how the hell I got a way with writing this. It’s long (close to 800 words), it’s very satirical, and the only thing missing is a middle finger illustration! I do have to give myself some credit though, I intentionally (or was it unintentional, I don’t remember) tied some of my older Vanguard pieces (the hallway/clubs/love/and homeroom articles) with this last piece I wrote for the Vanguard. Pretty damn slick, I must say!
As I mentioned last year in the Vanguard piece I wrote, I really don’t miss high school, at all (except maybe the simplicity of it). But I do miss the Vanguard atmosphere, writing the gazillion pieces I wrote for the paper, and even the cool cats that I worked with on staff. We got a way with a lot. Curious if the paper (and the students/staff) has the same edge now as it did ten years ago. Would be a shame if it didn’t.