Senior Skip Day Page #3

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I'm... I'm alright,

how are you doing?

- Shitty.

- Yeah...

I heard about your brother,

I'm so sorry about that.

Yeah, sh*t sucks.

What's that?

Oh this?

This f***ing eulogy.

I didn't expect him to die so

quick, I was still working on it.

Jesus, that's rough.

Sh*t, who're you telling?

Now I gotta change

all this cancer crap...

into this parachute malfunction

for the funeral today.

Funeral? Wait, wait, where's

the funeral service?

At my Auntie's house where we

had that bitchin' party last fall.

You hang in there.

- Thanks, man.

- Yeah.

Funeral, huh?

Okay, alright look. I know this

is bad, okay? But look at me.

I mean, I'm desperate here,

okay? My entire class hates me.

I'm backed up against a wall,

alright? So don't judge me.

A skydiving accident?

Yes, sir.

You said he had cancer.

Oh, he did sir.

So, if a kid has cancer, what's he

doing jumping out of an airplane?

Well, he was living

life to the fullest, sir.

And, and I think it's only

fitting, that we take a page...

from little Jamal Washington's

short yet fearless life...

and that we set aside

whatever excellent curriculum...

our teachers may have

prepared for us this afternoon...

and instead, suffer through

a much crueler but ultimately...

far more powerful lesson.

That is, the frailty of human life.

I don't know, Adam, sounds

a little far fetched to me.

Mr. Dickwalter, if I may,

you need to ask yourself...

why would I tip you off to the

location of the Skip Day party...

saving your house and

your personal belongings...

from a vicious thrashing,

I might add...

only to create some

fantastic mirage?

You know, if this was from

any other student but you...

I'd be a little suspicious, but considering

it's you Adam, you're different.

Yes, sir.

You spend your time

studying and debating.

They spend all their time

drinking and having sex.

Yeah.

We're not so different, you and I.

Oh!

You remind me of me

when I was your age.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Out from the same cloth,

as they say. Huh? Huh?

Huh, yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, huh, yeah!

That'a boy! Don't be

afraid of it, son.

I think I'm gonna puke.

A school lies in mourning.

A little boy has died.

So, I declare this day

Jamal Washington Day.

I am actually impressed with you man.

Yeah, way to save your ass from getting

dry docked by the entire senior class.

So what now?

Wait, wait, wait, everybody, um,

just... huh, hang on one second.

Please, um. Look, I know... I know

I really messed things up today...

huh... with my...

with my big mouth.

- You suck.

- Uh-huh...

but, see the thing is, we could still

turn this into the best Skip Day ever.

We'll have the party at my house.

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