Wait, hold on, Crawford is trying to tell me something. Hold on a second.
*inaudible whispering*
What?! Tomorrow is what?!
*more inaudible whispering*
TOMORROW IS FRIDAY?!
Woah, so I guess I got so wrapped up in this being the last night that I just assumed I was going home when I woke up. Guess not.
Well, expect a few last posts tomorrow--and our farewell.
But until then, here's a photographic evidence of Mr. Crawford being a bad loser after the 8th grade won the SMS Lock-In poll (it also was Vandelay-approved) and retained the Spirit Stick!
First, he threw a giant ball at me:
Then the giant ball hit me:
But it was no matter. Because, 8th graders, I still got to take our victory lap:
