My senior year was laid out to have a much less intense schedule than the previous one had been. I had topped out in certain subjects, so there wasn't much left for me to take. Besides my early morning leadership class, I had three challenging classes on one day, English, Gov/Econ, and Chemistry, which I had skipped my sophomore year. On the opposite days, I had three less structured periods, starting with Thunderpaw, and followed by Senior Instructor-Calculus, most of which was spent in the Multimedia lab unless I was needed, and assistant to the network administrator, which was nearly all spent in the multimedia lab. So I spent every other day in intense classes, and the remaining time running the operation of Thunderpaw Multimedia, which was just fine with me. This led to my senior year being a lot more fun, and allowed me to produce some very cool projects.
That fall, I somehow ended up in charge of filming scouting and highlight videos for the Volleyball team, so got a chance to travel with them to other schools in the region. It is amusing to look back at that now, as the guy who was uncomfortable talking with girls, on the bus with the team every week. There were only four of five other seniors on the team, and I had loosely known them all four years, but I was by no means close to any of them, but they definitely spoke freely in front of me. The things I learned by spending that much time with all of them were quite eye-opening, to my naive ears.
Fridays were very busy if we had home Football games, because I helped put on the Spirit Rallies in the mornings, and then the recording and broadcast of the games in the evening. Obviously I had a behind-the-scenes role at the rallies, coordinating the event, while Steve was out front with the mic. Luckily, there was a 50-50 chance that I didn't have any regular classes that day, which gave me the freedom to make that all happen. Between the JV and Varsity games, plus cleanup, it usually made for a pretty late night. This led to an interesting situation the night of the Homecoming game, after which the Senior Lock-in was scheduled all night, to decorate the gym for the dance the following evening.
The entire Lock-in event was run by W, who I still had awkward interaction with on a daily basis, so I probably wouldn't have had the courage to attend. But via a long story, that God clearly had a hand in, I got locked out of my car late that night (my new key worked in the ignition, but not the locks). After cleaning up all of the broadcast gear when the game was over, I was stuck at school, and the only thing still going on at that point was the lock-in, so I headed over to the gym. Not only had W organized the event, but her parents were the ones supervising it. I had no idea if she ever talked to them about things, but I figured her dad wasn't going to remember me from our one phone conversation back then. I still have no idea, but it never came up. W wanted streamers hung from the ceiling in the center of the gym to all of the walls, so I hopped in the lift, and was relieved to spend most of the night 30' above everyone, dropping rolls of streamers down to others below, after taping them to the speakers in the center of the ceiling. I am known for being thorought, and was in no hurrry to come down, so the ceiling was quite covered by the time I was done.
Most of the students split at the first sign of daybreak, to head home and catch up on sleep, but I had to wait for my Dad to come up to bring me a working key. Eventually there were only four of us left, and W's mom insisted on taking a picture of us together. So somewhere there exists a photo of Me, W, Steve, and his girlfriend, all leaning against a table together, which is just amusing to me. One of the only physical things that represent an entire aspect of that period of my life.
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