The Chosen One
As I was trying to think what I'm supposed to prepare for a farewell speech, I began to ask myself: what exactly is it that we are saying "goodbye" to? One answer was fairly obvious: we're all going our own ways; therefore we part with each other. I came up with some other fairly common answers that I would gather from my peers.
Goodbye to the wonderful school that we will miss.
Goodbye to the magnificent teachers that impacted us and whom we will never forget.
Goodbye to Anthony the Greeter.
Goodbye to our famous cafeteria cookies, which by the way - does anyone have the recipe to those? I would pay good money to get my hands on that. I think, that since it is held as a secret throughout our high school years, seniors should each be handed the recipe at graduation along with their diplomas. It's just an idea - maybe that could be something for next year.
Goodbye to the pit, or to some - the inferno.
Goodbye to the one-lane entrance to this school.
Goodbye to South's extraordinary theater program.
Goodbye to Friday night football games on this field.
Goodbye to the rock, and goodbye to Jonathan Collins.
After some deeper contemplation, however, I realized that we are mostly saying "goodbye" to ourselves. We are leaving our high-school beings behind. We will now be going through a transformation - hatching from this cocoon called Crystal Lake South High School. We cannot go to college as high-school kids. That's why graduation marks the shedding of our old skin and a birth into a new life. The funny looking squares on our heads cap off our adolescence, leaving a nice platform for us to now build upon.
I do not wish anyone luck, because luck is for fools. We cannot count on it. We must use our knowledge and our values - our heads and our hearts in...
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