Good afternoon, class of 2017. For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Megann. We went to high school together…and probably middle school. It was nearly impossible to get rid of some of you.
And although I sometimes wanted to trade a lot of you for a therapy dog throughout the years, I am glad that we experienced everything together. Especially when they brought in a therapy dog. I like dogs.
Today we will grab our tassels, move it to the left side of our caps (after doing that trick with our hands to remember which way is left), and throw our caps in the air. Honestly, that’s not the only thing I plan on throwing in the air today. A certain finger will be flying pretty high once I leave the school parking lot, and it’s not because WHS is number one.
I think all of us can agree that we survived four years of burning hell. Half because the A.C. didn’t come into effect until last year, and even then it was rarely on when we needed it. But here we are. We’re finally graduating. I’ve been waiting for this day since I contracted Senioritis in eighth grade.
So we are gathered today in similar caps and gowns. But if you think about it, each is different. They are worn by people so diverse from the next. They are worn by the class clown, the jock, the artist, the anime fanatic- people who are all going down different paths in life. However, ten years down the road when we attend our first class reunion, we will follow our different paths to the same place-home.
As much as we hate to admit it, WHS is our home. We were brought up in a small community where everyone knows everyone. And although we all had our lows here, there were plenty enough highs to assure us that this is a safe place. As we all go our separate ways soon, we must remember- we are leaving our home, our “family.” So please, forgive each other for our wrongs, and encourage each other to shoot for the stars as we all depart. Maybe one of us will actually shoot for the stars and become an astronaut. Who am I kidding? We all know the moon landing is fake. But never mind that.
Class of 2017, we have been on quite the journey together. We’ve been through so much these past four years alone. I will never be able to thank you all for some way or another shaping me into who I am today. Some of you may make my blood boil, but I still appreciate the chance I was given to get to know you all.
To wrap things up, let me ask a few questions.
Have we learned something in the school but outside the classroom? Are we prepared for the real world?
And did anybody else cheat on Mr. Clady’s math final?