I’ll keep this brief, because I know we’ve all been waiting 13 years for this piece of paper. In those 13 years, we have all come across people who have helped us get onto this field today, and I think that’s a feat worth some gratitude.
First and foremost, give it up for our parents and families. For years now they’ve been listening to us complain about homework, driving us to practices and paying for our field trips, and they probably have at least four more years of acting as a therapist and a second bank account. You’ve made it through all the “you don’t understand me” tantrums and now have the “I’m broke and I miss you, please do my laundry” phone calls to look forward to. Thank you for all that you’ve done, especially the things we don’t even realize that you’ve helped us with.
Secondly, thank you to all the teachers who have explained the same concept over and over again when we weren’t listening the first time. We know it’s frustrating for you, and it’s frustrating for us to still not understand cellular respiration. Thank you for helping shape our perspectives and in some cases, inspire our hopeful careers. We really do appreciate you, even when you don’t hesitate for a second to put a big ole F on our tests.
And I think we can thank ourselves, Class of 2018, for persevering even when we were told, “well...the class above you was really smart...” Because let’s be honest, we’re that class, and we’ve been through a lot. We survived the awkward grinding to ‘Gas Pedal’ during middle school dances, eight finals weeks and almost200 chicken patty Wednesdays.
We got homework banned in the middle school gym, and Pictochat outlawed from bus rides in elementary school. But I think we’ve learned a lot since those years.
We’ve come together, even if only to justify to each other why we shouldn’t do our homework. More importantly, we got ourselves together long enough to just kind of do it. Although maybe not the best class statistically, we always find a way to get things done. Because after we leave this field, we won’t be remembered by attendance rates or by test scores; we’ll measure these years by the relationships we’ve built and the memories we’ve made.
So, as the great Post Malone once said, congratulations.