I found myself flipping through my old high school yearbook lately (yes, it's still intact). It's all Jonathan's fault; though I really shouldn't blame him. I've said it before and I'll say it again: high school was great. Those were four years burned into my soul; burned so deep that after fifteen years, the memories remain as vivid as ever. Should I die and come back as a cockroach, I would like to be a cockroach infesting a small corner in the hallowed halls of my old school... never mind that the people there won't take kindly to my presence.