This is definitely a story you will all appreciate...
Think “Tiffany’s v. Roxy”
North Shore v. the South...
This snotty girl from Manhasset
v. the poser chick with a big mouth...
We were thrown together
In plaid uniforms of green
The greatest rivalry SHA had ever seen
All of Freshman year we bickered and we fought
“We will NEVER be friends”
Or so we thought
Then, weekend upon weekend, we rolled with the same RVC crew
Gossiping over Pete, Nick, Brendan, and good ol’Mikey Lu ...
As it turned out, we had a lot in common, and slowly became friends...
And by the time we got our sophomore pins, we had made amends!
High school was full of great times
We became the best of friends
We lived life to the fullest
And started some serious trends
Lunch time was excessive
And often times extreme
With “Track is Back” in 2nd
The “The Sistas” reigned supreme
I wouldn’t trade those years for anything
They were our “golden years”
But college breaking us apart
Was one of our biggest fears
After freshman year, our friends were all set
We were called the "Penthoes", who could ever forget?
Sophomore year a new transfer rolled into school.
A friend of Sapo and Nanno's, we guessed she might be cool.
She made herself comfy, her presence was known
Even though she lived far from the quad, in a scary dorm all alone.
But she was athletic, sprinting from rapists, keeping her guard,
Even if it was just a poor boy returning her wildcard.
Every Wednesday was Christmas, as we ventured to our black hole,
Pj Henry's we called it, blacking out was the goal.
The music started bumpin, cue the disco lights and fog,
Circa 1 am, you could count on K**** to frog.
She had some love affairs, if that's the word you would choose,
But if she stuck with one instead of M***, she might have been on E News.
Though skinny and scrawny, some might say he was dapper,
You know who I mean, Nova's one and only White Rapper.
Sister, it’s been 11 years now
And here we all stand
Toasting to you, your boyf ...
And a big move to another land
So here’s to you and your bright road ahead
We all love you lots...It must be said
We wish you the best of luck
Hope you enjoyed our little diddy,
& in true KAG fashion we leave off with
“K**** you’re so Pretty”