sweet sixteen

I was going to start this on my 16th birthday, but that has admittedly come and gone and I am more than a week late now. But to tell the truth, I was just so busy with not preparing for the SAT subject tests and procrastinating in general that I had virtually no time. Now, alas, i have only a few regents to worry about (and a final or two).
The seniors had their last day today, which is really a shame because I was first starting to like/figure some of them out. I saw a senior named Charlie riding his bike to school today-- a rarity in this suburban land-of-fat-children. Charlie actually looks like a larger version of a toddler, complete with blue eyes, pudding-bowl blonde hair, and general baby-fat-ness, so seeing him riding a bike really just re-inforced that image of him riding a tricycle that I have permanently etched in my mind. THe funny part, though, is that he's actually highly intelligent and cynical. He was an Intel semifinalist and will be going to Columbia next year. *Gasp* The thought of Charlie, the giant toddler, all alone in the big city..
well, i traveled to columbia every saturday with him and several other students from my school for the science honors program (yay! free science classes!) and he hasn't gotten killed yet...