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Andrew Coughlan
A.K.A Count_Fuzzball



C codes were short on mondays, long on tuesdays, short on wednesdays, long on thursdays and called the short and long on fridays depending on what day friday 
was that day. Explained to me by Red and White hats or either from the PLC, SPLEC, the SAP, the BBSO, the CSM or the CIA were [??].

The complementary hotdogs run butterflies through our stomachs and freshman orientation, as it were, was over. It was now time for freshman disorientation.
We walked into our first day of old high school, searching desperately through the masses for old friends. And the people from the FAB or the LAC told us to 
go to RAG, which was pronounced "regs" which was short for registry which most people call "home grooming". Then we recieved ABC cards which most people 
called "schedules" and then we went to algebra which most people called "pain". Perhaps the most scary thing was the fact that instead of being the smartest 
person in our middle school class, we were amongst 3000 smartest kids in our middle school class. 

We hung out with people who talked about "Quarks".

Things settled down, we were ok, we knew there wasn't really a four floor pool, we could tell our principals from our hall cards and although we have yet to 
figure out the difference between CPA and APA, we do have the seniors and there were some without red and white hats who told us that the easiest way to get 
some studying done during lunch was to eat in a library, worse acting i guess than our parents.

Softmore year came and went, we repeated our triumphant [??] in our second spirit week. Junior year started out with questions like "Spoon is to bowl as 
coffee cup is to.." and ended with questions like "Where can I find a date!!?". Another interesting event in the junior year was the appearence of brand new 
Bobby Texter brown courtyard furniture. The arrangement of said furniture into a oval [Handler pronounces it ovule??] pyramid. And the message sent from them 
was not at all funny.

Senior year was suddenly upon us and our lives were filled with the magical secret things we had envied in other seniors:

Special senior bulletins, with special senior n[??]. Special senior post stamps and payment. Special senior subliminal parties [Sorry, I have no idea. 
Swimming parties maybe?]. Special senior college rejection letters. We also had a special system to completely eliminate litter from our otherwise cleanly 
school, a special system which involved special red flags and special green flags. But when the dreaded Ross committee turned up its nose at the garbage 
during a previous visit, praised our special system and departed with "of course" your c[??] smiles on their federal faces, the administration seemed to lose 
all interest in the plan. Coincidence? You tell me.

And now here we are, and the year finally corresponds with the first two digits in our regs, it's 1988 and it's time for the parting of this red sea. It's 
been four long years and yet it really does seem like yesterday that we didn't know where the 'tees' were. It's to believe it's already time to put on our 
robes of assertate. There are many important lessons to be learned from this school:

If you don't see any teachers you like, you file a complaint. You can't make a courtyard into a fountain and it isn't possible to have an addition to the 
library that makes it smaller. But one important lesson is the element of survival of the fittest, we are the fittest. We survived 8 sets of fianls, we 
survived 7 self scheduling days, we survived drivers ed, we survived 2 crushing defeats during spirit week. We survived budget tax [cuts?] in the classroom 
and cold taps in the cafeteria. We survived every single edition of radio Lowell. We survived every single bulletin and we survived graduation rehearsels. But 
most of all we learned how to dwell together and learn together without tearing ourselves apart. If every student, teacher and administrator type person had a 
can of hairspray for every time they want to throw in the towel, we might have the makings of a Lowell dance. But here we all are, in these handsome caps, the 
survivors of four years of our lives that perhaps glorius, perhaps tedious, but most importantly: Over!

Whether we realise it or not, we recieved a great education here and had a lot of fun doing it. We all have a lot to learn, for instance, this day i have no 
idea the difference between an Ionic and Covalent Bond. But this school certainly helped me on my lifetime goal, which is to know everything. Congratulations 
to all of you and to myself, not necessarily in that order, and to all of our parents and teachers. 

This school's a school one can not easily forget.

Thank you.