{"id":3366,"date":"2000-05-30T21:00:34","date_gmt":"2000-05-31T01:00:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/yugflog.com\/blog\/?p=3366"},"modified":"2012-12-22T11:14:35","modified_gmt":"2012-12-22T15:14:35","slug":"message-to-my-senior-class","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/yugflog.com\/blog\/2000\/05\/message-to-my-senior-class\/","title":{"rendered":"Message to My Senior Class"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I wrote the following, and then read it to one of my high school classes on May 30, 2000 &#8211; our last day of high school.<\/p>\n<p>What fascinates me is that for the past four years I have managed to avoid expressing how I truly feel about all of my friends. I pass people in the halls that appear to be good friends, yet I vaguely know what makes them tick. For this reason I wish that high school could continue so that we could all out-grow our prejudices and perhaps get to know each other better. There are so many clich\u00e9 sayings that I could use to sum up my high school years that it is tough to choose one. The same goes for songs. So, as I glance back on what simple knowledge I have learned, I will incorporate it with quotes from works we have read this year. A sort of tribute to you and your class, Ms. Shelley-Barnes.<\/p>\n<p>In the words of Darcy from <em>Pride and Prejudice<\/em>, \u201cIn vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you [all]!\u201d (Austen) Over the past four years, I have had some of the most fun times of my life, a direct result of meeting and getting to know some of you. Nowhere do I feel more comfortable than at this school surrounded with friends. What would life be without friends? I would rather not imagine.<\/p>\n<p>As Janie says in <em>Their Eyes Were Watching God<\/em>, \u201cTwo things everybody\u2019s got tuh do fuh theyselves. They got tuh go tuh God, and they got tuh find out about livin\u2019 fuh theyselves.\u201d Regardless of how far away from home each one of us journeys next year, we will be stepping into a vastly different setting. One in which we carry more responsibility, where greater demands are placed upon our young shoulders, and where the beaten path of life becomes grown over, forcing us to make our own. We, \u201cleader[s] afraid of our own authority,\u201d have reached the point in life where we are allowed \u201cto live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life!\u201d (Joyce)<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIf wealth flows upon one, one may be perhaps \/ Luckier than one\u2019s neighbor, but still not happy.\u201d This is a line from a play by Euripides titled, <em>Medea<\/em>, that in the context I mean to use it, means that one should always look past money, beyond clothing, cars, and other material items and discover who people really are. There will always be richer people and poorer people, but never anyone that is happier than you if you are content with yourself. I like to think of it as being an eternal child, never growing-up or giving in to the harsh realities of the world. My mom reminds me of this simple thought, telling me just the other day to never grow-up. Attack the world with the mindset that life is fun and that it is a joy to be here.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat is value and wisdom to one man seems nonsense to another.\u201d (Hesse 145) Throughout life, remind yourself from time to time that everyone has their special abilities, and in one way or another they are better than you. Learn from them, and though you may never achieve Buddha status as Siddhartha did, you will appear all the wiser. \u201cFind the source within [your]self,\u201d that is, figure out what you love to do. Then do it. If you love whatever you do in life, you will never have to work a day.<\/p>\n<p>I don\u2019t know if colleges have lockers, but if not they are certainly one of the things I will miss from high school. Other things such as meeting in the grade wings in junior high to talk with friends, racing to get to the front of the lunch line, holding a girlfriend\u2019s hand between classes, writing notes so secret that if anyone else, especially a teacher, reads them, you would die, and school busses (a\/k\/a cheese wagons). I will miss all of you, too.<\/p>\n<p>T.S. Eliot wrote in <em>Four Quartets<\/em>, \u201cWhat we call the beginning is often the end \/ And to make an end is to make a beginning. \/ The end is where we start from.\u201d This day marks the end of a significant period of our lives, but also marks the beginning of the rest of our lives. Use the rest of your life to its fullest and you won\u2019t have any regrets. It is at this point that I sign-off, leaving you what I have learned, and letting you all know that you have my respect and I wish you the very best in life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I wrote the following, and then read it to one of my high school classes on May 30, 2000 &#8211; our last day of high school. What fascinates me is that for the past four years I have managed to avoid expressing how I truly feel about all of my friends. 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