Sitting in Speech

So Bob O'Reilly gave us a "free day" or what have you during speech today. I started surfing blogs and realized that Beaver JUST posted while sitting in ITT. Hmmm, I know it takes freaking forever to post on the lab computers (which are literally almost as old as I am). However, I am in Bob O'Reilly's class where the brand new iBook G4 are stored.

The game last night rocked. Our team advanced and has a game tomorrow some time, but I cannot go to it. We had pepband, but since it was announced on such a late notice hardly anyone actually showed up to it. Man-pretty and I sat in the front, as usual, and rocked out. Not really. It was fun though; during "Fired Up" he pretty much had a solo throughout the song. Good times.

I have to break one of my own rules and use someone's real name, but no one really knows him by any other nickname besides Schlub.
Last night he accomplished a third record for the season. His first, made earlier in the season, was his 1,000th point in a game. His second, the record points scored in a single game. His third, from last night, being the most points scored in a single season.
To top it all off, he DUNKED the ball. It was great.

Sadly, he is one of Philly's "royalty" that will be forgotten in five years. Honestly, after people graduate no one knows who they are. I mean, yeah, most people remember "the greats" from last year, but in two years people will ask "Who?"

The other day I was looking at some of the older cross country pictures that are in the display cases. There was one guy who was on varsity all four years of high school. I am assuming that he was an amazing runner to accomplish that feat. However, I have no clue what this guy's name is. When he walked through these halls people probably all said hi to him. Now he is probably working some job where no one knows who he is. He was probably great in high school, but people who go to the same school a decade later do not know his name.

So many people have wandered these halls. I know our school is small and it has always been that way but seriously. Teachers tell stories of students we never knew. Memories remain only for those who were present.
We make our own history throughout our own high school years.

Some great people are graduating this year, but chances are they won't be remembered. I hate to say it, but new basketball stars will rise, class geniuses will be forgotten, and the jokers of the day will be lost through the constant flow of students passing through the halls of PHS.