"It stinks like sex in here..."

Ok, so we have some good fucking news for you kiddies today. (Everything - Who got the Hooch) Number one... I have a prom date. So all you ladies... I am sorry, you'll have to wait until some other time. Because right now, I am busy with a girl named Becky, who goes to Willowbrook. She's awesome. Enough said.

News number two. I just finished playing my last concert band (Symphonic Band actually) concert at Glenbard East. It is definitly a bittersweet ending. There are quite a few people in that band that I've known forever. And others that I have really been friends with for only a few months. No matter how long I've known any of you... I'd like to thank you all for memories that I will only be able to forget if my career goal of becoming a coked up rockstar comes true. In other words... if you mother fuckers forget me. I'll.... ya know... forget you back... err... shut up.

Well, I am taking the day off tomorrow. It's now the juniors' turn to rack their brains over the second half of the ACT/PSAE testing. Looking back, I remember the second half being much easier than the first.. which is the actual ACT. I remember specifically the writing portion, on which I recieved a N/A for my grade. I bet you're thinking, "Hey Kevin, after reading all this worthless shit in your blog... you seem like a half way intelligent guy." And you may not be too far from the truth... for the PSAE, it was more of a question of motivation you see... I wasn't being graded on this damn test, so why should I give a crap about how shittily I write. Either way, the prompt asked us to write about a teacher (Paranoid Android - Brad Mehldau [piano cover]) that we think deserves to be named "Teacher of the Year". We also had to give reasons and other criteria for someone being the "Teacher of the Year". My first sentence was as follows:

"While teachers are really cool, Star Wars is definitly cooler."

As you can imagine, I went on from there. I only hope that the person grading my particular essay did in fact read the whole thing, because I gave a pretty in depth explanation of how Star Wars (the whole trilogy, of course) is much better than any teacher on the face of the Earth.

To all the juniors taking the test, if you happen to read this between right now (or whenever I click the "Post and Publish" button on this little webpage), I wish you all luck, and I leave you with these parting words.

"That wasn't her toe, dude." - - Walter, from The Big Lebowski