Hello, I'm Sentry some of you may remeber me as Speedball and Spider-Boy, and a great deal of you proably don't know me at all. If Sam still has the old posts archived then go look for those names (and Sentry, I picked up that name before I stopped posting).

I am not, note not, announcing a return to Rinkworks. While I enjoyed my time here I feel I have, well, out grown the vitural life of rinkworks. But since I am going to graduate college in a few weeks, and Rinkworks was an important part of my life for most of my time during college, and since I had only stopped posting (never actually said goodby) I felt the need to stop in one last time. And my viewers demanded it.

No really.

My life is a TV show, for viewers in another reality.

Really.

Stop looking at me like that.

Here, let me explain.

This idea first came to me in 7th grade. No real reason that I can remeber, I just developed this conviction that my life was a television program for aliens or something (note this was years before the Truman Show came out).

It soon became obviouse to me that the series was in danger of being canceled.

The premise was simple, a geeky and shy military brat attending an American military brat middle school/high school goes through trials and tribulations. He has few friends, reads comics and sci-fi and watches Star Trek (Next Gen and DS9 at the time); going through all the perplexing puberty problems, yadda yadda yadda. The series was in trouble because

a) Too depressing. In 8th grade my only friends got tranfered back to the US before I did. Now the only people who wern't antagonistic to me were my family (who were on me to get my grade up), my sister and some of my teachers. Not fun.

b) Time in Italy ending. How many series have ever survived a compleat change of setting between seasons?

We were given an extension for 9th grade, which, since the military aspect was lost, I spent in a Catholic High School. You remeber when there was that school shooting at a Catholic School by a girl (both a first). That was Bishop Neuman, where I spent the worst year of my life (years before the shooting, but that gives you good ideas of what the school was like). I don't want to talk about that year, I still have issues to work out.

At the end of 9th grade the ratings were grim, and I'm guessing the entier creating team was fired and a new, optimistic, cheery group were hired. Gone were the days of "lets see how we can smeg up Joe's life today." Welcome to 10th grade, Saranac Lake New York, and the closest I think exists to the perfect small town high school. The Aptly named Saranac Lake High School had a habit of producing Renisance Men and Women. It was not odd for a classes Saluditorian to also be the star of one of the sports teams, a great painter, leader of the men's or women's singing ensembel, lead trumpet (or some other instrument), class president for 4 years in a row, the most popular kid in school, and a REALLY NICE GUY (or GIRL). There were very few actually mean kids in the school, even people that activily hate each other get along politely. No fights, no mud slinging.

After three years I graduated 20th in my class and went off to college. The new creative team proved so popular that the series survived another drastic change. Almost the entier cast is changed (parnets and sister reduced to small cameo rolls and few episdos during the Holidays).

If Saranac Lake High School is the perfect small town high school the Elmira is the perfect small college (even if the town in nearly a barren wasteland). During my sophmore year I picked a major, English Lit. After my sophmore year the cast changed again (two of my friends graduated, one being Darien (he still here?) and one trasfered). But a few of the cast stayed, and Junior year happened, during which my family moved to Chapel Hill North Carolina (well Mebane actually, but I'm betting more people will know where Chapel Hill is). At the end of Junior year I spent 5 weeks in Scotland and had a great time (this was a special post season mini-series I think).
And now my senior year is ending, I had almost forgotten my idea that I was in a TV show, untill a few weeks ago when, during the course of three days, I started to run into people I hadn't seen for a year or two, but had been focal points of my life previously. One was a girl who graduated last year I had a crush on (I just ran into her in the mall) and the other was my first academic advisor (I changed when I chose a major, I had to deliver something to an office and she was waiting for something there). I was weird, it felt like old cast members were being brought back to take one final bow.

So (this has been a rambling post hasn't it?) I guess that is what I'm doing here. Bowing out. Hail and Farewell. Peace. May the force be with you. Fnord.

Sen'th..th..thats all folks'try