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Apr 19, 2005 23:54

We are descending the delapidated stairs of our gradeschool lives. Like children, we have looked in wonderment at things that have become mere mundanities as maturity sweeps us off our feet. We are dragged through the fast current, wishing that time would slow down in the moments before we flow, kicking and screaming, through the door of adulthood and into the light of scrutiny, hardship, and old age.

The milestones in our lives have quickly passed. Our first words, our first airplane ride, first school grade, first signs of puberty, first car. Keep in mind that these markers of our histories do not mark how far we have progressed, or what we leave behind. Rather, they indicate just how much space is left between the present and the nascent future.

Friends, we must take upon the occupation of alchemists and make the acts and times we have left golden. Your shouts in the hallowed hallways of irresponsible academia must echo as a animated testament to your legacies, your mark upon your friends, your families, your teachers. There must be no stone unturned, no cliches left unused. Clutch not on what has been precious to you in the past, but look to the anticipations of the future with a bittersweet taste in your mouth.

Cheers to a remarkable journey thus far. Godspeed.
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