As the 2008-2009 school year approaches there is an excitement among the ranks of the class of ‘09 to be seniors. While leading the school will undoubtedly be sweet, who really would like to rule a school that’s half institution, half construction site?

Senior year, “the greatest year of our lives”, will be back-dropped against the constant noise and inconvenience of construction. Our best year will be spent in portables, temporary classrooms, and unfinished hallways. The noise of jackhammers will interrupt the sweet enjoyment of completion, accomplishment, and perhaps a little slacking.

The unlucky circumstances of our senior year remodel bring to mind the countless occasions that the class of ‘09 has been shorted. We as a class know the meaning of getting swindled all too well.

Who can forget the “privilege” we enjoyed by being the inaugural class at PCFC. While PCFC did end up being well stocked and staffed, we were still treated like middle schoolers for a year that was supposed to be high school. Not only were we shielded from great moments in Skyline history, like a state championship for the football team, but we were limited in the academic options we could explore. Oh, and who could forget about the Issaquah-bound kids that were taken away from us after just ten months of friendship.

Once arriving at Skyline, the class of ‘09 just barely got a taste of the greatness that was Ed Young before he resigned and we were stuck with an interim principle who we barely saw. Though we’d take that in a heartbeat now, as our class has witnessed the fall of great Skyline establishments with Ms. Hecthman’s Reign of Terror all while having the continued pressures of junior year on our backs, like Frenchmen trying to establish a new government with the fear of the guillotine shrouding an open mind.

We as a class seem to always get a fleeting idea, the aftertaste of the way things were in the past, before that sweet image is ripped away from us and we are left facing the cold, barren realities of life as it is now.

This brings to mind the unforgettably fundamental ways that we are screwed. For one, the class of ‘10 may be the most insolent brats ever to comprise a class of students: no respect for their elders or tradition. And we are the second largest class to ever apply to college: while I wish all of my peers good luck, it is a dog-eat-dog fight for education and there is nothing we can do about it.

At least the class of ‘10 is the largest class to apply to college, which they thoroughly deserve.