i don't know, blank, all these fucking people, driving me crazy. look at them over there, memorializing old times, acting all like it was something "life-changing." and the people in the national honor society? the name tags?
they have special blue starts on them like it fucking matters now that they were in the honor club ten years ago. i'm getting fucking nauseous from all this sentimental bullshit. it's making me sick.
i wanted to see a couple people. but i don't want to talk about the old days.  what did we have together, martin? typing?
yeah, i couldn't stand that fucking class. but i appreciate you helping me out, man.
yeah, thanks. well i'm going to try and get out of here, man. i'll see you later.