The final comic of the year.
It’s the end of the show, lights go down and the actors let out a sigh. A few minutes later, as the orchestra finishes the exit music, another, louder sigh is released.
They have fingers of bats, legs like hydraulics and arms like apes. They cling like flies. They hang like sloths. They are Heritage Rock Climbing Club.
The house lights dim and the MCs cascade over the seats. Before the audience knows what hit them, the word “Hullallbaoo” ( supposed to be “Hullaballoo”) awkwardly appears on stage; letters held at all kinds of angles. So begins another Heritage talent exhibition.
Remember sitting in a chilly October classroom to take the PSAT? For twelve students in 2012, it was was the beginning of a long journey into the processes of the National Merit Scholarship Corporation (NMSC).
It happens to the best of us, running into fifth hour late, the teacher gives you that dreaded “tardy” look. All you did was get lunch, how were you supposed to know it wasn’t an advisory day?
I once had senioritis
From school I took hiatus
Life was so grand
I was king of the land!
Now I’m super senior, the highest