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Tomorrow I'm graduating high school. I'm ready to leave 4 years of my life behind. I can't really say I regretted high school despite its low times because I took more lessons learned than any actual text book education. I learned how and why people work and function they way they do. Who to trust. Who not to trust. I've had many surprises along the way. I've had my heart broken, and my heart healed. I've made 3 best friends that I will love my entire life. I'm walking across that stage because I've done my time, I've been there and stuck through it. Not because I actually learned anything. I don't even remember algebra 2 equations or any history trivia questions.
Life is a test of questions and answers. However, there isn't any specific, exact answer key. I know I'm not gonna see 90% of the class of 2003 and I really don't care. I'm not jaded. I wish those well, even those in spite of me. Because I already gave 4 years of my life to 2003. And I just realized that. When you're in high school, you really live underneath others. No matter how skeptical a person may be and never want to admit it out loud, they know inside that they care of what others think and feel for/towards them. But, that's okay because everyone goes through that in high school. As young, naive kids, we're expected to do that. To get drunk as fuck, fuck up our grades, take mom and dad's car out for a spin with our friends even though we weren't supposed to, fuck as many people as we can, tell the teacher what really think, make lies and rumors that are only to cover our jealousy... and so much more. But that's okay. Because we were in high school. It was expected and when we got in "trouble" it was a pinch or at worst, a slap on the hand and sometimes, "the talk". I got away with so much shit. But it's okay because that was expected of me. And I expected to be dealt with in that same manner.
There were the good times throughout high school. Laughing, talking shit, getting shit for silly little things about us. The many nights at the football games and basketball games when you felt like the night wasn't long enough. Scoring a number, getting a kiss, meeting a new face. Glorious memories. The laughs, the cries, the confusion and disillusion, the drugs, the sex, the hate, the fear, the love and self-accomplishments. Just surviving. Making it through. Doing the damn thing.
What's funny now is, high school is over for me tomorrow night as they call my name and hand me my diploma. It's time to step up to the plate and take a swing. I think I'm ready. As to where I'm gonna hit that ball... well, to be honest... I'm caught between two opposite lifestyles right now. I'm ready to give my all for another, yet, dream of sailing the seven seas. I guess I'm gonna start getting my real education: life. And I can take my quizzes, tests, and finals home with me. I can even cheat every now and then freely. I can take longer lunches and choose who I want to sit next to in my own classroom. I do not consider myself a preacher of religion, but I honestly believe, God is my teacher. My grade will be at the end of his term for me. "So father catch as I close my eyes." The plan: Letting my faith guide my heart. I already know where I stand with those whom I love and hold close to me. As for class of 2003... I guess maybe I'll see you around if not in a while. Take care. Good night.
Life is a test of questions and answers. However, there isn't any specific, exact answer key. I know I'm not gonna see 90% of the class of 2003 and I really don't care. I'm not jaded. I wish those well, even those in spite of me. Because I already gave 4 years of my life to 2003. And I just realized that. When you're in high school, you really live underneath others. No matter how skeptical a person may be and never want to admit it out loud, they know inside that they care of what others think and feel for/towards them. But, that's okay because everyone goes through that in high school. As young, naive kids, we're expected to do that. To get drunk as fuck, fuck up our grades, take mom and dad's car out for a spin with our friends even though we weren't supposed to, fuck as many people as we can, tell the teacher what really think, make lies and rumors that are only to cover our jealousy... and so much more. But that's okay. Because we were in high school. It was expected and when we got in "trouble" it was a pinch or at worst, a slap on the hand and sometimes, "the talk". I got away with so much shit. But it's okay because that was expected of me. And I expected to be dealt with in that same manner.
There were the good times throughout high school. Laughing, talking shit, getting shit for silly little things about us. The many nights at the football games and basketball games when you felt like the night wasn't long enough. Scoring a number, getting a kiss, meeting a new face. Glorious memories. The laughs, the cries, the confusion and disillusion, the drugs, the sex, the hate, the fear, the love and self-accomplishments. Just surviving. Making it through. Doing the damn thing.
What's funny now is, high school is over for me tomorrow night as they call my name and hand me my diploma. It's time to step up to the plate and take a swing. I think I'm ready. As to where I'm gonna hit that ball... well, to be honest... I'm caught between two opposite lifestyles right now. I'm ready to give my all for another, yet, dream of sailing the seven seas. I guess I'm gonna start getting my real education: life. And I can take my quizzes, tests, and finals home with me. I can even cheat every now and then freely. I can take longer lunches and choose who I want to sit next to in my own classroom. I do not consider myself a preacher of religion, but I honestly believe, God is my teacher. My grade will be at the end of his term for me. "So father catch as I close my eyes." The plan: Letting my faith guide my heart. I already know where I stand with those whom I love and hold close to me. As for class of 2003... I guess maybe I'll see you around if not in a while. Take care. Good night.