Friends, we gather here today to mourn *snicker* the loss of a dear friend and companion. Born as a meek freshman orientation, she grew for four strong years, molding, shaping, and teaching us. From her we have learned much which we will not soon forget. Probably. You in the back, don't pop a soda can during a eulogy! *ahem* We shall now put to rest this great endeavor, this high school; cast it behind us like so many old clothes. In only a few days, she shall be shot in the forehead, excecution-style, with the revolver of graduation, to be buried but not forgotten. Dear friends, we will miss her- wait... You in the back! No hand grenades! Everybody down!
KABOOM!!
Friends... some people threw flowers...
HIGH SCHOOL IS FINISHED!!!
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