Flying By the Seat of Our Pants: The Class of 2010.

So my graduating class, the class of 2010, had a tendency to do things last minute. We tend to fly by the seats of our very expensive pants. Yes, that's the sort of school I go to. Apparently, we're a bunch of high maintenance rich kids. 

Okay. Whatever.

But we had fun with it. Our band director, one the strictest, meanest, sweetest, most amazing teachers I ever had, once told us, as were were arriving at the football state qualifying game (told you I was a band geek), "Get off these buses and walk like the snot-nosed rich kids everyone thinks you are!" So it works to our advantage. 

As I was saying, we fly by the seat of our pants. For the band camp (again, I'm a band geek) senior prank, we came up with it as we went along. We brought along a thousand or so phone books, shredded them, and piled them in the underclassmen boys' dorm. We then woke them up at 3 am with percussion equipment. The next night, we found saran wrap. And saran wrapped the non-senior girls' doors. The last morning, after our camp out (we remembered our tents), we found a tiny kid's play tent. We shoved seventeen senior guys into it, and put it on the middle of the field. The rest of us hid in the woods and ambushed the band when they marched down for one last rehearsal. Just to get out of marching down to the field with the rest of the band.

We had a goodbye bonfire a few nights ago. We also flew by the seat of our pants then. One guy sent out a message on Facebook, followed it with a few texts, and we all gathered in the Metroparks a few hours later. And then realized there was nowhere to build a bonfire. So we found the grills, chunked in the firewood, and the boys grilled up some marshmallows. Go team.

I'm honestly going to miss the class. There are some schools where you can't wait to leave for college, and only see your friends on breaks. For us, we all can't wait to get back, so we can hang out again. We're all so incredibly close. Sure, there's cliques. What sort of high school has no cliques? But we intermingle. The jocks are the nerds who are the theater kids who are the band geeks, and so on and so forth. We're such a small school that if everyone didn't do everything, there would only be three people per activity. And the thing we're the saddest about is that we know that we'll never find a group of people as close as this class. 

Dear Class of 2010: I miss you already.

Heart, me.