Ah yes, the Class of 2000.
We met in the late summer of 1997 -- my first 6th grade. The events of those days have become legend among my friends and family: Stephen spinning around on his head on the floor like Homer Simpson, going "whoop-whoop-whoop," Whitman -- my trusty Second Hand -- bringing his soccer ball, Erica's infamous "doo-dee, doo-dee, doo-dee..." And who can forget all the times Mr. Reyes came in to dispense justice... or when he walked in and announced that it had "come to his attention that some of the boys were getting a bit... stinky," whereupon he proceeded to hand out sticks of deodorant.
I cherish all the classes I've had, certainly. But the Class of 2000 will forever remain in my heart as my class, the group I started with and with whom I had such a memorable time. Thank God for that time -- three years -- together. I wish them nothing but the best. |
