(This was the aftermath...things are still a little...damp...the pictures don't really do it justice and this is after most of it had been cleaned up. I would have gotten some live shots but i needed to do my part to "keep the round log rolling down hill" Plus i wanted my sk to see tomorrow. Thanx for the support! I'll see what i can do about the video)


The day got off to a crazed start when a hazmat team had to advise our local fire department on how to deal with a stink bomb so bad that it shut down the whole main building.

A large ’03 banner was unfurled from a 3 story building

Administrators and police cruzers were everywhere because…well its Lexington and they have nothing better to do

Cars were searched throughout the day

The stink bomb was not the only thing that could be tasted in the air - You could taste the tension - You could taste the fear


Game time

Last bell of our “high school career”

People took their positions

Walk-ie Talkies were flipped on

Cruzers reved up

Body paint applied

Runners stretched

Cell phones blinked messages of anticipation

And Cameras rolled


With the sounding of a trumpet

The game was on


A wave of people rushed the parking lot

Trunks were popped

Tarps were dragged

Dumpsters opened

Bags ripped

Tubs and buckets and backpacks (oh my) All vomited the precious vessels by the thousands


We had track runners that kept the waves of ammo coming for 20min straight - The jocks found common ground with the slackers as they rolled and darted around authority figures with extreme precisions

There was even some neon green smoke that was released at one point which really made everything look like a bad war movie

oh, oh the mayhem at one point i just stopped and marveled at what we all had accomplished Band kids helped with the battle signals and storage (did you know that the volume of one cello case is approximately 60 balloons?) - Car people constantly relocated supplies to strategic positions - Jocks were conditioned to keep the ammo flowing from remote storages as well as hitting distant targets - Drama/Art kids documented it all on film- And the mere sight of Druggies joining ranks with Ivies boosted moral beyond words

Most of all, everyone threw. The sky was dotted with balloons for 20 min straight. When it was all over there was literarily not a dry piece of pavement and your feet squeaked on balloon shrapnel with every step.

For the very first and very last time we united as a class To produce soggy underwear for all underclassmen with a rain of delicate rubber spheres

We exited the quad chanting ’03 ’03 ’03


It was a good last day



~Deb~