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My brother is graduating from high school on Wednesday, June 7, 2006. At our school, since we only have about 30 graduating seniors every year, we have a tradition where you ask up to three people to speak about you, about your career in high school, as a more personal approach to it. This year, my brother asked a teacher at our school to speak for him, and also me. Little ole me. Here's what I wrote, you guys should let me know what you think.
so this is really it. the end of this chapter, and onto a new one. you know what i've learned over the yars? i can lose a friend, i can lose a boyfriend, but, in the end, i'll always have my brother. and now, i look back and i see you, my best friend, my brother, supporting me in anyway you knew how, even during the hard years. and you know some of them have been rough. and i know now that twenty years from now, we'll be telling our kids about all the crazy, stupid, mixed-up things we did in high school. no more long drives home with the music up way too loud. no more late nights complaining about Mom and Dad. no more family vacations where we rarely spoke to anyone but each other. i know we haven't always been perfectly nice to eachother, like it sorta sounds. in fact, we've probably been through more brutal arguments than most, but seeing you presented with this diploma, after so many years of pratically giving up, i know that i can put all of the faith in the world in you, and you'll be sure not to disappoint me. time and time again, i've told myself to be honest with you before you graduated. so here's to you -- you're the biggest goofball i know and you can put a smile on someone's face instantly. you know how to drive me up a wall and back down again. you're an angel and a demon, but mostly just an angel. look at all of these people who are here with you, and just know that none of them could be more proud of you than I ... not even Mom. i love you so much, and forreal, don't be a stranger. -- Lizi Arbogast.
&hearts. Lizi.
so this is really it. the end of this chapter, and onto a new one. you know what i've learned over the yars? i can lose a friend, i can lose a boyfriend, but, in the end, i'll always have my brother. and now, i look back and i see you, my best friend, my brother, supporting me in anyway you knew how, even during the hard years. and you know some of them have been rough. and i know now that twenty years from now, we'll be telling our kids about all the crazy, stupid, mixed-up things we did in high school. no more long drives home with the music up way too loud. no more late nights complaining about Mom and Dad. no more family vacations where we rarely spoke to anyone but each other. i know we haven't always been perfectly nice to eachother, like it sorta sounds. in fact, we've probably been through more brutal arguments than most, but seeing you presented with this diploma, after so many years of pratically giving up, i know that i can put all of the faith in the world in you, and you'll be sure not to disappoint me. time and time again, i've told myself to be honest with you before you graduated. so here's to you -- you're the biggest goofball i know and you can put a smile on someone's face instantly. you know how to drive me up a wall and back down again. you're an angel and a demon, but mostly just an angel. look at all of these people who are here with you, and just know that none of them could be more proud of you than I ... not even Mom. i love you so much, and forreal, don't be a stranger. -- Lizi Arbogast.
&hearts. Lizi.