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And I thought it couldn’t get any better

Some of you may remember an incident a few months back when Jeff Staples went to Tolo. Long story short, a few of us guys got together and completely wrapped his date’s car in pallet wrapping plastic. It took about an hour and we got it all on film. I just happened to have saved a frame from the video in My Pictures folder. I found it a couple weeks back and submitted it to CollegeHumor.com. Obviously they liked it

http://collegehumor.com/?image_id=57516 Correct link: http://www.collegehumor.com/picture:57516

Ted Kalmus

I didn’t know what else to call this blog, so i just labeled it Ted Kalmus. Who is Mr. Kalmus? Ted is my old 8th grade teacher, one of a few who have joined the ranks of teachers I truely enjoyed learning from. And not because they were easy, mind you. No, Ted is part of an elite group of teachers that strive to making learning fun, but don’t skimp on the educational aspect, nor make it easy to pass. These teachers gave me many of the tools I have needed for life. Others in this category include Edwin (1st grade), Mrs. Vos (2nd/3rd grade), Mrs. Shy. (5th grade), Michael (6th/7th), and Haj (9th-12th grade). Anyways, I had coffee with Ted today and that was fun. We talked about college
and school and where other Billings Alumni were and even a little business. It’s teachers like Ted that make you want to be a teacher yourself.

Poked, Prodded, and Pricked

I went in for my physical today. You know, that biennial exam where you get to breathe deeply a few times and then cough. Anyways, being that I’m off to college, I needed to get my medical exam to ensure the fact that I, in fact, do not have any diseases. They also thought it might be funny if gave me a small amount of TB. I have to stop back in on Saturday to see if I reacted.

Alec Turnbull gave me a call today. It sounds like we might start up a company this summer. I won’t release any other details until we have our meeting on Saturday.

Return of the prodigal teacher

Return of the prodigal teacher

Saranell Hartman was in town to be ordinated as a pastor of the Presbyterian Church, USA. It was a very cool and special moment. For those of you who don’t know, Saranell was the main leader for The Rock when I was in 7th and 8th Grade. She married Tim and they ran off to LA so that Saranell could become a pastor. Anyways, she returned this week to be ordained…or is it ordinated, I can never figure it out…at her “home” church. JHan and myself will be having lunch with Pastor Saranell and Pastor Tim on Thursday. I still want JHan’s job.

When all else fails…

When all else fails...

I’ve been having some trouble finding a job so I decided that I’ll probably do web design and other freelance work for the rest of the summer. Granted, haven’t actually been looking for a job that long, just about 2 weeks now; but as many of you know, I can get rather impatient when I have to wait for long periods of time with no predictable outcome. Thus, I will be controlling my own fate now, so to speak, and creating my own summer job. I would all suggest that you buy something from Fergcorp…or donate to my college fund (see link on the left).

After par-tay

The after party was incredible. We jumped on two Greyhound buses and took off to this ferry parked on the North side of Lake Union. Got some food, listened to the music, got some Henna tattoo’s, and commented on how tired we all were. A short while later, we had hypnotist come in. Being the somewhat skeptical person I am, I wanted to experience first hand how this whole hypnotic thing worked. I was rather interesting. Here’s my official report on hypnosis:

Hypnosis is a rather misleading term for might otherwise be called a trance. In fact, the entire idea behind hypnosis is to lure to participant into a state between consciousness and unconsciousness by almost making them fall asleep. That is to say, the participant is so relaxed that they actually might could be considered to be sleep walking. While in this trance state, the participant can be requested, not forced, to perform a variety of acts. These acts must be something that the mind would find valid in a dream, thus certain acts are unable to be performed.

After that, we headed down south to Champ Karts. We raced around the track, played video games, ate yummy food, and played Blackjack, Craps, and Roulette. At 5:30ish, we headed back to Seattle where we had breakfast. We then proceeded to school.

I went home and promptly took a short 5 hour snooze.

Graduation

Graduation was quite a sight to behold. The entire ceremony was excellent. It was a truly one of the best celebrations that I have ever been too. It was a sight to behold. Everybody loved my speech, it even got quite a few laughs…even though it wasn’t intended to be funny. I suppose it’s just my natural charm and charisma. Steve congratulated me on my budding speech career.

Hot seat wasn’t half as bad as I thought it might be, although I was disappointed that Jean didn’t have any stories about me; not even the one about me trying to ride a cow on Cayonlands. There were, however, plenty of other great stories. The stories really wouldn’t make any sense here because they would be out of context, so I won’t post them. After hot seat, we sang Celebration and then we were done. Kind of. We partied into the night…more on that in the next blog.

The End is Nigh…at least the End of the Beginning is Nigh

Just about four hours to go until we start our Graduation Festivities. I call them festivities because a SAAS graduation is really nothing like your fathers graduation…or anyone else’s graduation for that matter. First off, this year we are graduating some 73 students. I believe one student will not be walking, but that was on his/her own accord, not for disciplinary reasons. You might be thinking, “Cool, this should, like, what, hour? Hour and half, tops??” He he he. Not so fast. Our graduation lasts an astounding 4.5 hours. Yes folks, you won’t get out of my graduation until tomorrow. The event starts at 7pm sharp (or so they say). The first half is really a presentation by various students and faculty, myself included (more on that later). Then we have a 15 minute intermission before the actual graduating begins. For that, each student comes up individually and seats in the “hot seat” for ~100 seconds while Jean Orvis, Head of School, “roasts” them. But it is truly going to be a blast. I already have pictures a few video clips from yesterdays and todays rehearsal. Pr acting for our graduation really gets one to thinking something along the lines of F**k! I’m graduating…F**k, F**k, F**k, F**k, F**k. Oh F**k. Sorry for the explicits, but this really is a worrisome time. We leave and go off, not knowing what’s going to happen next. I really hate that. I do. F**k. So back to what I’m doing. As a cautionary warning, the following information contains spoilers for the actual graduation and should not be read if you are actually attending graduation…which you are…right?? So after quite a bit of mum, I will finally tell you what I’m doing. I’m giving a speech. It’s a great speech if I do say so myself and I put quite a lot of time, thought, and hard work into it…to make it just right. The speech literally seems to say, I am Andrew, Hear me talk! Anyways, here’s my speech if you want to read it. The “//” mean short pause. Underlines indicates that I should punch the word. Italics indicates quotes. Everything else are just notes to myself that would take too long to explain.

Friends, Romans, countrymen,

// lend me your ears; // famous words uttered by Antony in Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar. I came to Seattle Academy not knowing any Shakespeare save // “To be or not to be, that is the question.” Over the past four years, I have indulged myself in English Romanticism, American History and Government, various forms of art, including (film, clay,) (musical theater,) and (vocal classes.) I have gained an immense amount of knowledge in (chemistry, biology,) (calculus, physics,) and, of course, (life lessons.)

For the past several months, I have been pondering what my last act as a senior at Seattle Academy would be. Originally I had considered singing a reprise from Vocal Revue II, Frank Sinatra’s My Kind Of Town. I also considered creating a film or perhaps just crafting a piece of artwork for the lobby display. But I had already done these things. // I wanted this final moment to reflect a core attribute that Seattle Academy has given me. (pause)

Seattle Academy is place for experimentation; a place to try things that one might not otherwise venture to try. I have never given a speech before, nor have I talked in front of this many people. // This is one of the hardest things I have ever done.

This speech is my finial assignment. There are no requirements, there is no grade. It is just me and you. (pause)

When I came to Seattle Academy four years ago, I had no history. Before coming here I had never attended the same school for more than two years. Between 1st and 8th grade I attended seven different schools. This may sound like an astonishing number, and it is, // but the simple fact of the mater is that all those schools did not have the flexibility, care, and initiative that Seattle Academy has.

Because of my varied past, I rarely had the chance to actually make long term friendships. Four years is certainly a long time, and I now have many life long friends.

However, calling you all “friends” does not do justice to the love and understanding you have given me. (pause) Over the past years, you have not been just my friends, peers, or teachers: you have been my family. And there really is no way to say goodbye to family.

The best I can do is share with you a key philosophy that I have learned over the years:

It is the unknown that defines our existence. We are constantly searching, not just for answers to our questions, but for new questions. *We are explorers.* We explore our lives, day by day. And we explore the galaxy, trying to expand the boundaries of our knowledge. And that is why I am here. Not to conquer you with weapons or ideas, but to co-exist and learn.

My friends, my colleagues…my family; when Julius Caesar crossed the Rubicon, leaving his homeland and invading Italy, he declared: alea jacta est. The die is cast.

Caesar used the phrase as a metaphor to express the fact that he had crossed the river, and there was no going back. In many ways, our futures are the same. However, it is also important to note that This is not the end. // It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.

I have been, and always shall be, your friend. Live long and prosper.

The beginning of the end of the begining…if that makes any sense

Today pretty much marks the beginning of the end of the beginning.  Last night, we performed our senior prank. It’s was actually pretty good in my opinion. It wasn’t a prank where people would be like, “Where did the _____ go??” No, this prank was much better. It begged the question, “What in the world?” To be more specific, “What in the world are those parrots doing there?” The senior class bought several varsities of animals, including fish, rats, mice, frogs, birds, and crickets. We then proceeded to hang them in various homemade cages and containers from bars that run across the ceiling. It was a sight to remember. Photos coming soon.

I digress. Today was senior skip day. A day when all seniors skip school. It wasn’t too exciting for me because I had my senior project and thus wasn’t going to be at school anyways. Tomorrow is the End of Tri performances…which I am hosting. After that, I hope to demo the Robocart that I’ve been working on the last five weeks. Thursday is Senior Breakfast…and from there it’s all downhill: rehearsals for graduation, prom (again), more rehearsals for graduation, graduation, party…and then it’s over. The end of the end of the beginning will have been reached.

I am performing at graduation. I will post the results of my work here after graduation in whatever form it is (Video, Picture, Text, etc).

In other news, I converted all my MP3’s that where above 128kbps to 128kbps. Next is to convert all my WMA’s to MP3’s. Do I hear an iPod in the future?

The finale of all season finales!

Of all the finales I watched, I would have to say the Star Trek: Enterprise Finale was the best. The official Star Trek synopsis is:

Aboard Degra’s ship, Archer, Reed and Hoshi work with the Arboreals and Humanoids to chase the Reptilians and stop the Xindi Weapon from decimating Earth. Archer’s plan is to board the weapon and try to overload the power systems, but he’ll need the help of an ailing Hoshi to read the weapon schematics.

Back in the Delphic Expanse, T’Pol leads the NX-01 in an attempt to obliterate Sphere 41 in hopes of disabling the entire network of Spheres. But the crew’s time is limited, as that region of space has a degenerative effect on their bodies, and the furious Sphere-Builders try to tear Enterprise apart.

What they don’t say what happens in the last 15/20 minutes. Archer, with some help from the Andorians (one of them played by Star Trek veteran Jeffery Combs) suceeds in destroying the Xindi Weapon. However, Archer is killed in the blast. It seems as if Paramount has rewritten the rules for what people are okay and not okay to kill off. Anyways, T’Pol and Trip just barely destroy Sphere 41, and not before the Sphere-Builders manage to get on board the ship and cause some chaos.

In recap, Xindi Weapon: Destroyed; Archer: Dead; Sphere’s: Destroyed. The only thing left is to go home. So the NX-01 heads to Sector 001, Earth, Sol System. They arrive and find things are not the way they left them. Earth doesn’t respond to any of their hails. Reed and Mayweather head down in a shuttle pod and they’re attacked by what looked like….P51 Mustang. Yes, that’s right. World War II propeller planes. Of course Paramount isn’t stupid, so what’s become of Archer. He just suffered some burns and is resting in a M*A*S*H unit…a Nazi M*A*S*H unit!! So now I’m like, “Alright, they went back in time or something when they went through the vortex.” Well, I don’t think aliens were fighting hand and hand with the Nazi’s.

So yea…Star Trek: Enterprise definatly wins two prizes. One for Best Season Finale and one for Best Television Comeback. Go Enterprise; whooot, whooot!