To the Class of 2005...
So for essay writing we were assigned a pretty cool paper. We were asked to write a commencement speech. I have been informed that I should read it over the P.A. system or make copies and pass them out at school...but that's lame. But I do want to share it. So I'm posting it here, on livejournal.
*DISCLAIMER*
This is my experience and my views. I had no intention of offending anyone when I wrote it. This was a way to sum up my highschool experience which isn't the same as anyones. We're all different. So don't attack me.
It has been said high school is the best four years of your life. For some of the graduating class of 2005, this saying holds true. For others, these past four years have been hell.
For those Graduates who are heartbroken because you are leaving North Farmington, I don’t have much to say to you. You were the ones involved in clubs and sports. You had your best friends in all of your classes, including lunch. You went to football games, NF live and the Charity Ball. You have hundreds of pictures and Livejournal entries to savor the memories. Now you are going to different colleges and are most likely never going to see half of your classmates again. As you reflect and realize things are going to change once you walk across the stage today, I watch as tears of mixed feelings stream down your face. Please forgive me as I laugh at you.
For others of you, the ones who dreaded everyday of the past four years, I’m right next to you. You walked the halls alone. You had one or two friends at North Farmington, and you hardly saw them during the day. It wasn’t your fault no one talked to you. You made an effort. But you most likely didn’t have the coolest clothes or you talked too much about RPG.
To the class of 2005, I have little to say in general. I hardly know any of you. I gave up on you a long time ago. You are all extremely talented, but you have no social skills. Most of you are too immature to hold a conversation with, and others can't handle discussing a different point of view.
I suppose it isn’t your fault. Your education was based off movies such as “Finding Nemo” or “Remember the Titans.” I guess since I slept every time our teachers didn’t feel like teaching, which was everyday, I gained common sense.
If nothing else I would like to point out to the teachers I have had for the past four years they have taught me absolutely nothing. I feel as if they have stolen four years of my life. Please give it back. But they can’t. They probably lost it. Like how they lost the entire classes’ final papers. It’s ok though. I didn’t really need an education anyway.
I would also like to point out there are a few redeeming members to the staff of North Farmington. The only two people I have received something from were Mrs. Barbara Dubb and Mr. Kevin Ozar. They have inspired me to write. They pushed me to do more than just bullshit work and I thank them for that. They made my decision concrete to pursue an English major at Western Michigan University next fall.
So as the class of 2005 leaves for college and says goodbye to each other I sit with a blank stare on my face. This day took way too long to arrive and I cannot wait to be out of North Farmington.
As Matthew Lillard, while playing the role of Steve from the movie SLC Punk said, “For the first time in my life I am 18 and I can say ‘Fuck you!’”
*DISCLAIMER*
This is my experience and my views. I had no intention of offending anyone when I wrote it. This was a way to sum up my highschool experience which isn't the same as anyones. We're all different. So don't attack me.
It has been said high school is the best four years of your life. For some of the graduating class of 2005, this saying holds true. For others, these past four years have been hell.
For those Graduates who are heartbroken because you are leaving North Farmington, I don’t have much to say to you. You were the ones involved in clubs and sports. You had your best friends in all of your classes, including lunch. You went to football games, NF live and the Charity Ball. You have hundreds of pictures and Livejournal entries to savor the memories. Now you are going to different colleges and are most likely never going to see half of your classmates again. As you reflect and realize things are going to change once you walk across the stage today, I watch as tears of mixed feelings stream down your face. Please forgive me as I laugh at you.
For others of you, the ones who dreaded everyday of the past four years, I’m right next to you. You walked the halls alone. You had one or two friends at North Farmington, and you hardly saw them during the day. It wasn’t your fault no one talked to you. You made an effort. But you most likely didn’t have the coolest clothes or you talked too much about RPG.
To the class of 2005, I have little to say in general. I hardly know any of you. I gave up on you a long time ago. You are all extremely talented, but you have no social skills. Most of you are too immature to hold a conversation with, and others can't handle discussing a different point of view.
I suppose it isn’t your fault. Your education was based off movies such as “Finding Nemo” or “Remember the Titans.” I guess since I slept every time our teachers didn’t feel like teaching, which was everyday, I gained common sense.
If nothing else I would like to point out to the teachers I have had for the past four years they have taught me absolutely nothing. I feel as if they have stolen four years of my life. Please give it back. But they can’t. They probably lost it. Like how they lost the entire classes’ final papers. It’s ok though. I didn’t really need an education anyway.
I would also like to point out there are a few redeeming members to the staff of North Farmington. The only two people I have received something from were Mrs. Barbara Dubb and Mr. Kevin Ozar. They have inspired me to write. They pushed me to do more than just bullshit work and I thank them for that. They made my decision concrete to pursue an English major at Western Michigan University next fall.
So as the class of 2005 leaves for college and says goodbye to each other I sit with a blank stare on my face. This day took way too long to arrive and I cannot wait to be out of North Farmington.
As Matthew Lillard, while playing the role of Steve from the movie SLC Punk said, “For the first time in my life I am 18 and I can say ‘Fuck you!’”