That's not a bad thing. In fact, many of the more decent people I've met are, in fact, insatiable pricks.
I can't say anything negative about you, though, really can't. In fact, my junior year would have been pretty standard if not for our art/lunch.
And goddamn, it was a nice block. There was something ridiculously satisfying about doing big projects. I guess the big thing was getting it done, and done right. We built a living room. We recorded a documentary about it. And sure, we got lazy, but we did a lot.
And besides that, we had a goddamned good time. If I have to talk about the smartest people I went to high school with, you're easily all the way up there. That group includes a fifth year senior, of course, but I don't nitpick.
I've gotta say, some of the best discussions I've had through these four years were Evan, yourself and myself at lunch. There's that clever condescension that runs strong in so many of my favorite people... It was strong. You appreciated that people are stupid.
Maybe a little is that I seem to be on the same path as you, cognitively speaking. I have the oddest feeling that if I sat down for a lunch period with you and just started ranting about my theories on the fundamental flaws of high school, all that pretentious bullshit, you'd know what I meant. Because... You understand the difference between misanthropy and merely experimentation.
I'd like to get that documentary off the ground before the year ends, and then keep in touch through college. I don't see it happening, but I'd like for it to happen. Maybe it'll work.