To Bill and John: Long live the white album. The sun is up the sky is blue it’s beautiful and so are you dear prudence won’t you come out to play-John Lennon. DD more kindling on the fire you raging homophobic gasman “can i clean your pool” real hot red hot MC pardon me, do you have any grey poupon DK tidbits phenolphtalein parkside sondel! RB roges bomer he’s a man with a million faces he can solve any crime can beat up mike tyson can travel thru time “sara’s at college” operation sleepy weasel donuts ransom note we need glue E-04-91 CM weve been busy: period clock lunch machine petition radical side adventures penny MS your fifa for my painting braves sabres keller NT&MM football MW a clean expirement is a good expirement JD wwf army story cheif architect trouble integrate SB where’s my dog JG number nine brompton MC lunch buddy RZ john hingledorp, jack warskopf and bill cankersmear RA first thing out of your mouth: you don’t even know who i am, do you? well i do now. a few things i picked up over the years: mrs masso, irish jig, kp, lr the sand queen, next door to mrs masso driveway, beatles, phone book, clearfield, quality, media play, bowling alley, miss kraft, downtown, og snatch wax, leann, grape juice, rope tie at dances, charles in charge, three foot, sunday river, “that’s it, that’s anthology #5”, our rock, north party, bagels, dead end pullover, rollerworks, mall thruway, walmart, basement, our spots, billy barker, hootenanny, school parking lot, awald in comp class, and believe it or not there’s more. is there anyone else in this school that can have more fun than us? no. w/o you high school would have been a headache MW dont let the track cult take over your life MoM/DaD all in all you’ve had the greatest impact on my life. Eberhard Faber-thanks for the best pencils. Yet it can not be seen, come to the grand opening of the store that will change the way you look at your past… the Rey Shoppe [December 8, 2005]. This reeks of chaos and I flee from chaos. Rey

Yesterday was today. Today is tomorrow. And tomorrow will soon be today.

And it feels just like yesterday when—

Ah. Never mind.

So were finally graduating. Way to go! Most of us, from here, will go off to a college. Some will go to a trade school or the armed forces. A few of us have got a rich uncle who owns a business and he will give us a job with no training. Others will get a minimum wage paying job as a Tops manager or at a gas station.

From there, we will become doctors, lawyers, business people, salespersons, and garbage collectors. Anything we want to be. The world is a very tough place, and I believe we got some of the training right here at Williamsville East High School. We have gone through so much here. It has gone by so fast. We have gotten 100s on tests, we have gotten 40s on tests. We have seen fights at Roxbury, our football team get their butt kicked and we have gone into the wig shop at the mall and seen the bald ladies. Food fights in the commons. Handball in gym. Getting our license. Crashing into a car. And sneaking into “Showgirls.” These have all shaped our lives today, somehow.

My vision of high school has changed a lot since I got here. In middle school, my vision was mainly influenced by “Saved by the Bell”: one classroom, an oil spill, a jock wearing tights, a teacher who talks real fast, and a group of kids who do a cheer with the principal. Oh yeah! And a dance contest at the local hangout hosted by Casey Casem.

I leave here today and enter the rest of my life with two bits of advice. One is for the good of high school, and the second for you and me. For high schools: bring back Troll book orders. For us: if you’re going to do anything in life, don’t do it half-assed.