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The student newspaper of, by, and for Ames High School.

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My name is Jess Nelson, and I have finally graduated from Ames High School. To all of you nay-sayers out there that said I couldn’t do it, I say suck it. That is pretty much all that needs to be said about me graduating. It wasn’t hard, but it did last a godawful long time. Anybody that says it went quickly is a liar, who never had to sit through a speech class. Don’t get me wrong, high school has been a blast, but it could have been more interesting. It could have had robots fighting dinosaurs in the hallways and WWE style wrestling matches in the classrooms. That would have been so sweet. I bet this school would rather cut teachers than the Big Show. Lulz. I’ve had to deal with a lot of stuff in my high school career, from bald, whiny athletic directors with a penchant for being a reactionary, to pushover, annoying, recently hired assistant “princpl”s and the only advice I have to give about the administration is this: always question their authority. Always. Sometimes they lose sight of what is really important to this school (the students) and they get to complacent. A good authority-questioning every once and a while is necessary, but don’t be obnoxious is about it. School was neither tough nor easy, but for I think for me it was different. My brother was boisterous and I was born in a different place, with a different mindset. In west Philadelphia born and raised On the playground was where I spent most of my days Chillin’ out maxin’ relaxin’ all cool And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys Who were up to no good startin making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared She said ‘You’re movin’ with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air’ I begged and pleaded with her day after day but she packed my suite case and send me on my way She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my walkman on and said, ‘I might as well kick it’. First class, yo this is bad drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like? Hmmmmm this might be alright. But wait I hear there’re prissy, wine all that Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat? I don’t think so I’ll see when I get there I hope they’re prepared for the prince of Bel-Air Well, the plane landed and when I came out There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out I ain’t trying to get arrested I just got here I sprang with the quickness like lightening, disappeared I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror If anything I can say this cab is rare But I thought ‘Now forget it’ – ‘Yo homes to Bel Air’ I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie ‘Yo homes smell ya later’ I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.

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