graduation.
with a crash of cymbals or a tear, a scream or laugh or punch on the arm, a drink, a kiss, a tongue-in-cheek-last-minute-clearance-form, a heart to heart conversation tainted with alcohol, an arm around a shoulder, a hat thrown in the air, a diploma, a gown, a sash or a medal, ten thousand people lived the same moment, but still, for me, and for my fellow seniors...
it ends.
and, apparently, let me be cliche, because, at the same time, it all begins. we walk this metaphorical plank, and we continue, falling into this ocean that is adulthood. this isn't a speech, this isn't something i've written down and thought of beforehand. this is a confession.
to the class of 2006: you are my heroes. i admire each one of you, for every single talent you have. i only wish i could be half as good as you are. whether you're a lee (park, kim), maruyama, ooi, campos, lopez or forsage, you each mean so much to me.
two thousand six. four syllables which can never be summed up, no matter how many words one may use.
it ends.
and, apparently, let me be cliche, because, at the same time, it all begins. we walk this metaphorical plank, and we continue, falling into this ocean that is adulthood. this isn't a speech, this isn't something i've written down and thought of beforehand. this is a confession.
to the class of 2006: you are my heroes. i admire each one of you, for every single talent you have. i only wish i could be half as good as you are. whether you're a lee (park, kim), maruyama, ooi, campos, lopez or forsage, you each mean so much to me.
two thousand six. four syllables which can never be summed up, no matter how many words one may use.