Casey, you mark the final birthday of the school year, man. And I'm sorry I didn't get this posted earlier, but I've had some wifi issues all day, so here I am laying on my office floor, hooked up directly to my modem, wishing you a happy birthday.
Casey was by far the most knowledgeable in the class when it came to rock music. In fact, he even made me a mix CD for the end of the school year, and it has been in my car's rotation of CDs ever since.
Besides this, and also besides his sweet R2-D2 lunch box that would make noise (so often when I was trying to get everyone quiet so that we could go down for lunch--I was very forgiving), Casey was one of those rare students whom I could put in pretty much any grouping of students for any kind of project, knowing full well that he would be able to get along with everyone else in the group without question, and that everybody else would also welcome him into their group without any fuss whatsoever. He was incredibly low-maintenance, and everybody liked him. In the future, I kind of see Casey being a very low-key, shaggy-haired, affable Bohemian who is incredibly successful at whatever he chooses to do.
Hope you had a great birthday, Casey! Your teachers (I dare say all of you guys' teachers) this next year will be incredibly lucky to have you.