June 4, 2011: Graduation day

Today I finally will be graduating from High School, and I can officially say I'm 100% ready. I'm ready to leave that god forsaken place they call a “school.” I’m ready to live my life as an adult-an individual of society.

I don’t know what this might bring, but I’m hoping that it will bring a summer full of fun, work and maybe even some love interests or two… however maybe not more than two… I think I’d get so confused if there were more. What can I say though? This feels like the right time. Yet, I feel that I still have so much to learn.

Since I’m not a valedictorian or anything else of high honor, I decided to write a speech specifically for myself, a speech that I would have read if I could have. Here it goes:

I can now finally say it is over. High school is now behind us all as we step forward into the new light of the real world. Now, that might seem a little scary and I was assured by many that it was, but the one thing I realized is “so-what.” High School hasn’t prepared us for the real world; if anything it had trapped us from seeing what it truly is. Also movies such as Mean Girls, Easy A, and any cliche ’80s teen drama flicks have not prepared us for what is really out there.

Now, alot of you don’t like me while others of you don’t excatly know what to think about me. I might be voted to most likely end up on the back of a milk box, I may serve under table favors for a place to eat, but if there is one thing certain that I have done at this school, I have left my fingerprints.

I have left them for others too see, to learn from, to grasp when they need help or guidence. I have left them to show everyone, “Hey, I survived this god awful place and I turned out okay.” Sure I had some trials and tribulations, but at the end of it all I am standing here, talking to you all today saying, “It get’s better.”

I would like to address somethings real quick before my time runs out. I have been bullied, cried myself to sleep countless times because of rumors or some nasty remark I was called. I have thought of suicide too many times I don’t have enough fingers or toes to count them on. I want everyone to have this wise information from one of my favorite songs from the album “One of the Boys” by pop sensation Katy Perry:
“Don’t give up, but don’t give in
Build your house on the rock
Oh, not in the sand, in the sand
In the sand, in the sand…
It’s my life and I’m not sitting
On the sidelines watching it
Pass me by, I’m leaving you my legacy
I, I gotta make my mark, I gotta run it hard
I want you to remember me.”

So everyone, I left my fingerprints and I know I will be going down in history, but are you?