Class of 06: "A senior's time as ruler rises and falls like the sun.  One day, juniors, the sun will set on our time here, and will rise with you as the new seniors.'

Class of 07: "And all of Siegel will be ours?"

Class of 06: "Everything the parking lot touches."

Class of 07: "What about that random lake along Siegel Road?"

Class of 06: "That's beyond our borders.  You must never go there."

Class of 07: "But I thought seniors could do whatever they want."

Class of 06: "There's more to being a senior than getting your way all the time."

Class of 07: "There's more??"

Class of 06: "Yes.  Everything at Siegel exists in a delicate balance.  As Seniors, you'll need to understand that balance and respect all the classes, from the crawling freshman to the leaping senior."

Class of 07: "But, don't we eat the freshmen?"

Class of 06: "Yes, juniors, but let us explain.  When we graduate, our bodies become the grass.  The freshmen eat the grass.  And so we are all connected in the great Circle of Life."

It's a stretch.  But I like it. 
Goodbye, seniors.  I'll miss you. 
But I'm ready to take your place.

(Tuesday I turn seventeen, and don't you forget it!)