P12OM.

It's already senior year, and I am elated my final year of high school is coming to the end. But before graduation, one of the most indelible nights happened on April 14th, 2012. On that date, the ladies looked elegant and the men looked handsome. It was the night of the august Prom 2012, and for me and my peers, it was Senior Prom. Our tacit idea of Senior Prom is to go all out and create one of your greatest memories. The Seniors actually became nocturnal on that night because of the antics and the extreme partying needed to be accomplished on that eve. To quell the excitement and think anyone will accept a platitude of night is a crazy idea, it is an irrelevant idea. The attendees went to exquisite places of dining to become indulgent in the most delicious of food. And then at the pavilion of Prom, they went to dance among the callous and the exuberant in the pit. Friends were all so happy to be together, which can be seen in the countless number of photographs taken. At the end of it all there is no room for compunction, but room for the memories that even at the edge of your life you will still be able to ruminate about.

My New Island

Today, I won the lottery. But since I am implacable with saving the money, I came to the ultimatum to buy a island just for myself immediately. I became exuberant when my friends and I arrived upon the beach of my new island in which I named "WakaWaka," Now that I owned this asset, I decided to set the rules of my island.
Rule Number 1: You must maintain a decorum at all times, even when sleeping.
Rule Number 2: When speaking, the one who's voice is most stentorian, gets to speak.
Rule Number 3: Dr. Pepper is the only drink allowed to imbibed. 
Rule Number 4: Every person is applicable to random water balloon torture.
Rule Number 5: A roomate will be stipulated based on opposite interests.
Rule Number 6: Nobody crosses the dictator aka Mason Belcastro, or they will put under duress.

We All Need A Sami In Our Life

I'm currently skyping this friend of mine while I write another obnoxious blog post. But this one is different from the others because I actually really want to tell you about this far from superficial girl. She has a quite a potent wit and never ceases to find a way to make me smile or laugh. It's almost scary how funny she can be with her wit. Any time I am with her, I talk in an allude manner and not worry about her seriously judging me. Time just slides by easily at a guile pace. Even though we can sound pretty stark towards each other in front of others, don't let this be conclusive, deep down we are incredibly close. She is exemplary person on how this world should be, an open minded person who knows how to find the good in each thing, no matter how dark. The unquestioned intergrity she has creates a placid atmosphere that eclipses any problem that could be encumbering me. This girl that I am so happy to have in my life name is Sami Nandyal, I wouldn't trade her for anyone. I don't think she could fathom how much I would miss her if I lost contact.

I Can't Stand These Blog Posts

Can you really think I will really accede to all this officious, continuous work? At my deft key movements, I type yet another pointless blog post of which only you will read. This blog post will just comprise of wisdom gone to waste because nobody other than you will glaze over it. I brandish my intellectual wit for anyone to enjoy; and yet, my work will not be made explicit. I move that my stately work be printed and be posted on the classroom walls. It will create a sense of solace for myself and entertain others. People who do not witness my work are basically destitute persons. If this week is inopportune, then we can come up with a premeditated plan of action. If we complete this plan, you will not regret it.

How Julius Caesar Got Me Through High School

“The die has been cast.”

A 4 year battle is fought while attending high school.

Teachers send wave and wave of assignments that could eclipse Julius Caesar’s legions.

Homework must be flanked and made craven to its master, you.

Live by the verse; “I love the name of honor, more than I fear death.”

“It’s better to create than to learn! Creating is the essence of life.”

Creation of the motivation to achieve is needed to survive.

“Men freely believe that which they desire.”

But also, “men in general are quick to believe that which they wish to be true.”

Be the man who makes what he freely desires to be the quickest to believe!

Take arms! Grab a book in your strong left arm, and a pencil in your stronger right arm! Be prepared!

“No one is so brave that he is not disturbed by something unexpected.”

“It is not these well-fed long-haired men that I fear, but the pale and the hungry-looking.”

For these men who look weak, will fight the hardest; do not let them catch you off guard.

Treat every test like the malevolent hungry-looking man; do not take the weak ones lightly and let gash you.

Always treat thy teacher of each class with esteem.

Especially learn from the teacher named Experience; “Experience is the teacher of all things.”

Those who do not become acquainted with their teacher are cowards; “cowards die many times before their actual deaths.”

You will become mighty from this - what it feels like - 4 score war.

“I came, I saw, I conquered. “

YOLO

You Only Live Once.
A phrase that makes any reckless activity venial.
A phrase that takes you away from high scrupulous way of life, and lets you live young, wild, and free.
A phrase that should expunge any doubt and any ascertain worry.
A phrase that for the nonchalant.
A phrase that for those who are affiliated, should bequeath it to the generation.
A phrase that has an invulnerable effect.
A phrase that has a potential attainment with the result.
Your life is finite. 
You Only Live Once.

We Students Stand Against Misinformed Teachers

In any kind of formal writing, the writer will need an urbane wit to make is enjoyable to read. But like most seniors in their second semester, they could care less about making their paper exhilarating. What most teachers should understand, the first essay being turned in at 1145pm on the night it is due at 1159pm is the precedent on how it is going to be. We students are lazy and just want to alienate from any sort of hard work in our last semester ever that you will try to harass us with. If you assign us math problems every day of the new semester, you have just turned into our adversary, and your demise will be swift. There is no muse any teacher can give students to motivate us to get into any kind of research over something lame like "Personalities of the Human Brain,". That research in the end will be negligible for real life work, and will make us delete your class for some pointless culinary art class. And one day, a politician will remember his hard life in school, then redress the factors that made high school pointless and hopefully we will be free.