Acceptance
Time is almost over, this dream cannot last forever. I'm sitting here in my classroom, thinking, wondering, remembering.... why must all good things end? Life just got good. Life just got exciting. Meeting so many new friends only to say goodbye. This is not right. This is not fair. What am I to do? I keep trying... and trying ... and trying... But I'm failing.. I'm falling... I'm losing all hope in ME. In MYSELF. This phrase reminds me of a time when sadness overcame me, but I think this is something beyond sadness, but more of acceptance. I have to accept that I'm leaving, leaving all the friends I've had over here in Irvine. Will I be remembered? Probably not...why would anybody remember me? I wasn't the poster child of this class. I was nothing but another person in a sea of pledges, scrambling to achieve active brotherhood. Andt I can't even obtain that. No.... all I can achieve is an illusive, mendacious membership.
Or perhaps I'm all mistaken. It is within my own effort that this would not occur. No, I will not be forgotten! Who can forget my last name? Who can forget how stupid I can really be? Or the silliness I've shared with someone special? NO. Graduation is not the end, but a start to something amazing. Perhaps I have to retake some classes. Big. Flippin'. Deal. Take the damn class again. Who cares if your score is low? Not me. Who cares if your parents are disappointed? Not me. Who cares about UCI's school of bloody biology? Most definitely not me. I've had it with this school, with this institution that steals the money from hard working Americans who strive to achieve an education in order to excel in society. Thats besides the point, but I do know this: I will not be forgotten, I will continue to be physically strong, mentally awake, and morally straight.
This I swear.
Or perhaps I'm all mistaken. It is within my own effort that this would not occur. No, I will not be forgotten! Who can forget my last name? Who can forget how stupid I can really be? Or the silliness I've shared with someone special? NO. Graduation is not the end, but a start to something amazing. Perhaps I have to retake some classes. Big. Flippin'. Deal. Take the damn class again. Who cares if your score is low? Not me. Who cares if your parents are disappointed? Not me. Who cares about UCI's school of bloody biology? Most definitely not me. I've had it with this school, with this institution that steals the money from hard working Americans who strive to achieve an education in order to excel in society. Thats besides the point, but I do know this: I will not be forgotten, I will continue to be physically strong, mentally awake, and morally straight.
This I swear.