The Little Blips...
Here's one definitely for nostalgia. My message to the class of '04, June 2, 2004.
Mood: Mellow
Music: Sublime - What I Got
Now that I have a bit of time out from it all to think, it all seems quite funny. Up until grad day, the event seemed so fantastical, surreal - mythical even, if you will. The fiction has been shoved and stuffed time and again into your head that it is the definitive moment that symbolizes the end of adolescence, entrance of your no longer childish self and peers into the "real" big bad world out there, the death of "fucking around" and the beginning of real consequences for ill advised choices. You look forward to the day, pray that it comes sooner. The end of the homework, exams... you can't wait to get out into the world, yet you don't wanna leave the world of high school behind; graduation becomes synonymous with the inexplicable bittersweet stereotype of emotions that people like the hallmark company shove down the throats of the masses. So the day comes, you walk the stage, and the emotions surge through you, and you expect the worst. Some will cry, some will smile, but all in all, nothings changed. So you've gotten your high school diploma. Whoop de doo. Real world? If you think the real world is waiting for you "out there," think for a moment and reflect... real world out there as opposed to "pseudo-world" of the past? I think not. So for the most part, we'll be a little less sheltered, a little further from home, but none the less alive, accountable for ourselves and human as we ever were. It's like a young boy waking up on his sixth birthday, running into the bathroom and looking into the mirror only to complain to mom and dad that he doesn't look any older. So enjoy the revelry while it lasts; afterall we did get through it all together. We shared good times, bad times, insane times, sober times, not so sober times, angry times, hard times, easy times... time time time, its all just a blip on the timeline of life. But remember each dot, for they are the little pixels that make the fabric of our lives. A secret smile shared with a friend, a mischievous application of a distasteful condiment on a friend's selection of food that left them chasing you, a heart warming hug, a kind word, a long and meaningful conversation, a tear stained with mascara that was wiped by a caring hand, a big smile, a guffaw that can be heard all through out the hallways. Remember; mock, laugh, hate, cherish, smile, cry, but remember. For graduation is synonymous with a stereotype of brainwashed emotions afterall - fuck that, you know immediately when it happens to you that its about everything that got you there along the way. And no, it's not over. So run to the mirror; not to see the changes in your face or the older countenace staring back, but to get ready to go out with friends, watch a movie, have dinner out, chill out. It's not the end. Here's to many more blips. *clink* Thanks for a bitchin' four years. - Rogoff
Mood: Mellow
Music: Sublime - What I Got
Now that I have a bit of time out from it all to think, it all seems quite funny. Up until grad day, the event seemed so fantastical, surreal - mythical even, if you will. The fiction has been shoved and stuffed time and again into your head that it is the definitive moment that symbolizes the end of adolescence, entrance of your no longer childish self and peers into the "real" big bad world out there, the death of "fucking around" and the beginning of real consequences for ill advised choices. You look forward to the day, pray that it comes sooner. The end of the homework, exams... you can't wait to get out into the world, yet you don't wanna leave the world of high school behind; graduation becomes synonymous with the inexplicable bittersweet stereotype of emotions that people like the hallmark company shove down the throats of the masses. So the day comes, you walk the stage, and the emotions surge through you, and you expect the worst. Some will cry, some will smile, but all in all, nothings changed. So you've gotten your high school diploma. Whoop de doo. Real world? If you think the real world is waiting for you "out there," think for a moment and reflect... real world out there as opposed to "pseudo-world" of the past? I think not. So for the most part, we'll be a little less sheltered, a little further from home, but none the less alive, accountable for ourselves and human as we ever were. It's like a young boy waking up on his sixth birthday, running into the bathroom and looking into the mirror only to complain to mom and dad that he doesn't look any older. So enjoy the revelry while it lasts; afterall we did get through it all together. We shared good times, bad times, insane times, sober times, not so sober times, angry times, hard times, easy times... time time time, its all just a blip on the timeline of life. But remember each dot, for they are the little pixels that make the fabric of our lives. A secret smile shared with a friend, a mischievous application of a distasteful condiment on a friend's selection of food that left them chasing you, a heart warming hug, a kind word, a long and meaningful conversation, a tear stained with mascara that was wiped by a caring hand, a big smile, a guffaw that can be heard all through out the hallways. Remember; mock, laugh, hate, cherish, smile, cry, but remember. For graduation is synonymous with a stereotype of brainwashed emotions afterall - fuck that, you know immediately when it happens to you that its about everything that got you there along the way. And no, it's not over. So run to the mirror; not to see the changes in your face or the older countenace staring back, but to get ready to go out with friends, watch a movie, have dinner out, chill out. It's not the end. Here's to many more blips. *clink* Thanks for a bitchin' four years. - Rogoff
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