Inadvertent Cockblock

Today I rode the late bus, because I missed my regular bus by about four minutes. Being an interloper on this bus, I was unlearned on the seating chart. This is a very important part of school life, where you sit on the bus and who you sit with. It seems like a simple thing, but sitting next to the same person for 40 minutes can get really weird if you don't know them and don't have a portable music device (I forgot my earphones).
I boarded the late bus, looking for an open seat, and literally every seat had at least one person in it. This usually means that seats are being saved. If a seat is being saved, you can't take it, it's just a rule. Even if all the other seats are taken, if someone behind you in line has the forethought to get someone to guard a seat for them, you're SOL. If someone messes up the seating system on our regular bus, people get really angry.
I board the bus, and make my way to the back, where I have friends. However, they're sitting together, which means I needed to find a new seat. There was one with a girl sitting in it, and without even thinking I just sat down.
As I realized what a grievous mistake I had made, I went to ask her if she was saving. I turned to her, saying, "oh God, I'm sorry, were you saving this seat," and I saw she was looking at the guy behind me, who, as I turned to him, was staring at me. And oh my Lawd, he was hott.
My eyes went wide, she was saving this seat, and like some entitled asshole I just sat down.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, do you want-" I began to stand up so he could take my seat.
"Nah, it's cool," he said, and just sat down in the seat in front of me. She looked cute and he was hot and I'd just inadvertently cockblocked the two of them, most notably her. A whole 40 minute bus ride and I felt terrible. If I had been saving a seat for someone as good looking as him, and I was going to have his undivided attention for over half an hour, and some chick just sat down without asking, I would have politely pushed her right off the seat.
I cannot believe she didn't try to kill me. I scooted over until I had about one cheek on the seat. If I was going to ruin her bus ride, might as well take up as litte space as possible. I consoled myself with the idea that maybe he'd wait for her when we got to school.
The bus pulled in, I stood up as fast as possible, and looked over. He was just now putting his earbuds in, opening up Pandora, and booking it the hell off the bus. He left her in the dust. I felt so bad. I wanted to crawl into some small hole and quietly expire.
I made sure to get the hell away from her too, just in case she decided to kill me for completely shutting her down. 

Graduation

It was recently graduation for class of 2012 at my high school, and my entire Facebook wall was crammed with all the seniors cyber-crying over what it represented. However I felt that the seniors (most of them) are being over emotional and forgetting just what really happens in real life.

"OMG, graduation! I'll miss everybody I've ever met ever! Suddenly everyone I went to school with is the most amazing individual and I will keep you all in my hearts for the rest of my life!"
I mean, no offense, but bitch, pls, you're going to forget about them by next week. Does nobody realize that later in life, after you have all graduated from college and gotten jobs, none of you (well, the ones whose peak years weren't high school. Uncle Rico, I'm looking at you) will even be speaking to the people you went to high school with? The only people with whom it would make sense to remain in contact with would be your very best friends from high school, the ones you grew up with and shared large amounts of time with. People who really changed your life. And I'm pretty sure that not everybody in the class of 2012 changed your life. 
Now, granted, I cannot say I speak from experience. I still have one more year of high school to complete before I can put my jaded hypothesis to the test. But from the stories and complaints via my parents and relatives, most people don't keep on touch with anyone from high school. 
Perhaps I'm being a bit disingenuous, since I'm sure that Miss Preppy Cheerleader/Dancer with 1000+ Facebook friends will totally remember all of them and what they did together by the time the 5 year reunion rolls around, but for the majority of high school seniors they will graduate, college, and then job without thinking about their classmates from high school too many times.
And for those seniors who graduate just to dwell on the people and things they did in high school, please, do us all a favor and look at your life, look at your choices. Because they clearly aren't working to your advantage.