or if someone wants to have random hookups just cause we’re graduating that’s cool too
It’s weird that my whole life is going to change. Nothing here matters anymore. All my relationships with people will be completely altered. There’s no more trying to get a girlfriend or finding something to do for the night or worrying about other people. There’s me. Theres college. I won’t have the same kind of support system, people noticing i’m having a bad day or something’s wrong. It’s just weird. There are so many things I didn’t get to do. So many girls I had such crushes on and never ever made a move on. And I’ll have to live with that and just make a name for myself in the future.
japaneseanimes replied to your post:
Mme meme me me
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who wants to fall in love over the summer and then tragically leave each other when it’s time to go our separate ways it’ll be fun
My whole family just fucking fights with each other I’m so sick of it I want out
where the fuck can i find that in daytona beach?????
Anonymous asked: That is a really amazing speech. You are a wonderful writer.
:) thank you
It’s such a cliche, isn’t it? That people, usually older and wrinklier than us, always refer to high school as “the best four years of our lives”. It’s almost a running joke of sorts, one that goes hand in hand with “when I was your age, I walked fifteen miles to school, uphill and downhill, barefoot in the snow.” Just the notion of it is inconceivable, the suggestion that four years of awkwardness, four years of embarrassment, four years of heartbreak and stress and every possible negative adjective could in any way be the best four years of our lives.
But then it becomes one of those things that sound so crazy, that maybe it could be true. Maybe inside of that hard, exterior, pubescent years of school shell, lies a creamy nougat of happiness, maturity, experience. Maybe we did make amazing memories with amazing people that we’ll try and tell our children one day despite their best to ignore us. Maybe, just maybe, once its all set in and we’re on our way out, we’ll miss it.
There’s a huge number of people that take where we went to high school for granted. We went to a school where every great aspect a school could have was gathered, thrown, and mixed into one.
Sports? Yes. Academics? Yes? Prime location? Yes. Fantastic lunch spots, helpful staff, and beautiful campus? Yes, yes, yes.
Maybe my favorite part of going to Seabreeze was I never saw somebody without a friend. I would walk around campus during lunch and I’d see groups of people in every corner, laughing at some unheard inside joke. Yes, there was the really weird kids and yes, there were the really quiet ones, but they always had a group of like-minded weird and quiet kids to hang out with. No matter what it is, from foreign films to Christian rappers to My Little Pony, you’re going to find people that you could sit around for hours talking about the things that interested you.
I came into a high school a weird-looking and annoying freshman, and I’m leaving a weird-looking and annoying soon to be freshman, but there wasn’t a day that passed through my four years when I didn’t have a friend, didn’t have someone who if anything was wrong they’d have my back. I bonded with the most interesting, most entertaining, and definitely the most odd, people I will encounter in my life and I’m forever grateful for that.
Take a look around. There are so many people in here that we won’t see for months, years. We might not see some of them ever again, which is a strange thought to try and wrap your mind around. These people have been around for the four defining moments of your life. They’ve observed your transformation from an awkward mouth-breather to a beautiful butterfly, ready to set out on the next chapter of your life.
It’s a weird feeling, isn’t it? That a school system you’ve been a part of since you were seven years old erases you from their existence the moment you walk across this stage. That a place you’ve called your home for the past years, you now have to get a visitors pass if you want to come back to visit. By receiving this diploma and turning those tassels, you’ve more or less completed the transition into adulthood. You’ve dodged all the obstacles, pulled a few tricks, and made it to the end. The finish line is painted across the bottom of the steps.
But that just ends the first part of the race. You get a nice little break, and then it’s back into the marathon. There are jobs to be found, families to be started, diseases to be cured and changes to be made. And it all starts with this.
The end of one era begins the other. The circle of life, the order of nature, you can call it whatever you want. You will become the old and wrinkly person telling an unwilling audience about how amazing your four years were. It’s going to hit you. Maybe today, maybe in five years, maybe when you’re back here, in 10 or 15 years watching your kids or cousins or anyone family member that preferably isn’t your wife or husband graduate, just at some point, you’re going to sit back and reflect, on what high school meant to you, how it shaped the person you are today, and really, how much you miss every part of it.
So I didn’t get the spot to speak at graduation. Which is really disappointing since its been my goal since I was a freshman to speak, and that makes me 0/4 on my senior year goals. Didn’t get prom king, didn’t get homecoming king, didn’t emcee Mr. and Mrs, and now didn’t get to speak at graduation. I kinda don’t care though, because I think that my speech is one of the best things I’ve ever written. I’ll post it and you guys can see for yourselves.