2009.
Even though you started with heartbreak, you were motherfxcking amazing. I met the people that matter, and got rid of the ones that are worth shit to me. From 9th grade, to summer school, to the partying 10th grade days in Fall and Winter. Every month was an adventure, and every adventure just added to how great you were. I survived the swine flu pandemic; I hated Kanye for two weeks after the VMA’s; I got into the “Obama = black” hype; I learned how to jerk from black people; I hated Chris Brown for two weeks after we found out he was a wife beater; I was one of the billions in the world that had the realization that Micheal Jackson was actually not gay AFTER he died; I was there when Farah Fawcett, DJ AM, Patrick Swayze, and etc. died; I felt the full, unleashed force of AP Biology upon my mental cavity; and I got lured into believing in 2012. But even through all that, 2009, you were still amazing. So, I’d like to thank you. Jerico. Ethan. Chris. Patty. Jikaboo. Key Clubbers, VNHS, CHS, the other CHS, and GCHS kids, and everyone else. Thank you. Thank you for the random mall hookups, countless injuries from stupid accidents, metro missions to places miles away, and short-lived infatuations. The laughs, the tears, the $1.25’s I’ve wasted on metros, the free food, and all the inside jokes. Thanks for the memories. GG 2009.
