I've been finished with high school for a grand total of one day and I almost miss those cute little assholes...almost. I even tried throwing apples at myself to fill the void, but they just ended up rolling off the hardened exterior that my recent entry into the "real world" had created. It didn't even hurt a little bit, nothing like the sad, scared days when the pain was real and interesting and right. Trust me; enjoy your apple flinging days while you still can, even if you're on the receiving end. At least you have some kind of contact with immaturity. Now, if only I could wear pyjamas to work without anyone caring... :)