James, Tiff, and I ventured to Mr. Kennard’s class. James had already visited before so it was his second time there. Kennard literally told his class not to show up for the last day of class, but everyone loves him too much to not show up. The three of us sat all the way in the back of lecture room. Kennard’s class is the only AP class to still remain in the old building. That room is a large lecture styled room and quite run down. Anyway, going there gave me a run on memory lane. To me, it seemed much smaller than it used to be—probably because I’m used to the college lecture halls. When he came in after about 5 minutes late, he noticed us immediately (much to my surprise).

Since it was the last day, he didn’t really do anything in class. He talked to the three of us for the entire first period. We talked about how we were doing, what majors, etc. We talked about his job, the physics class, Yeshiva school, and our peers that graduated already. It was really humorous because he couldn’t remember who Tiffany is.

“What’s your name again?
“Tiffany”
“Oh Stephanie”
(James and I crack up)
“TIFFANY!”

According to Tiff, Kennard called her by three different names, her first, middle and last name. Since she was a regents kid, he couldn’t remember her.

I also asked him about the bomb incident in the school that made ABC news. But he laughed it off and told us it was simply a prank made by some special ed kid. "He probably would've hurt himself if the teacher didn't catch him."