class of "08"
high school was our place to understand right from wrong.
and to know our responsibilities to life.
hopes and dreams held high.
memories that may fade but never be killed.
cry but not because your sad, but because this is the best day for all of us.
i hope you'll always try new things, never giving into fear.
i realized high school is a game we all play, we are thrown into a big pool with no one yelling expectations, instructions, or the objective we are forced to sink or swim!
so now its time for class of "08" to put our caps on and turn our tassels around, listen for our names, and let it echo through, and realize this is not the end, but a new begining!
and to know our responsibilities to life.
hopes and dreams held high.
memories that may fade but never be killed.
cry but not because your sad, but because this is the best day for all of us.
i hope you'll always try new things, never giving into fear.
i realized high school is a game we all play, we are thrown into a big pool with no one yelling expectations, instructions, or the objective we are forced to sink or swim!
so now its time for class of "08" to put our caps on and turn our tassels around, listen for our names, and let it echo through, and realize this is not the end, but a new begining!
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