Found my original notes in the archives today, and decided to record before it has a chance to disintegrate:
Well, this is it, the end of the year, the last of a decade.
Anow, here we are, eating our breakfast, just itching to graduate.
We're now preparing to celebrate this ceremony we call graduation.
But what is that?
It is a time to laugh? Cry? Shout? Weep? Scream? Sulk?
It's kind of a tough choice. No one ever told us how we're supposed to feel, what we're supposed to say and do. I know on the outside its definitely time to let it all go. All those quiet study hours, test, finals, papers, proposals and outlines.
To hell with it all - all the pressures are gone.
We have nothing to worry about, nothing to remember, no schedule, no lockers, no classes. Because we're done. We made it! But is that all there is to it? Collecting the cards, the cash, the congratulations, the kisses from all our relatives.
For most of us, I doubt it. We've spent too much time here to just shrug our shoulders and walk away. We've won and lost, and we've worked and played the last four years of our lives at PHS. So tomorrow, as we proceed down the aisle, how do we feel? Do we recognize the fact that we're the last of the 80's to graduate?
Of course, it's only human nature to reminisce. I'm sure you've noticed by now how different the yearbook signatures are this year as opposed to years past. No more superficial 'Good Luck's and 'Have a Nice Summer's. Now things have become a bit more emotional - you sit, with pen in hand, trying to put into writing everything you've experienced with your friends. You try to make a statement that will last forever.
You want to say something words aren't very good at expressing - How much you'll miss the high school scene.
Now I don't mean the tests and the finals, or the homework. I mean the games, activities, the dances, the rallies, the victories and the defeats. Because this is the last time for everything - especially for those of use who were involved with PHS. This is the last time we may be able to do all these things we've done.
I know, for myself, that the 2nd of November, 1988 - that will most likely be the last time I ever walk off the game field. Victorious or not. Because it is those things that give this group its identity - "The Class of 89".
So when you march down that aisle, these are the things to remember because "these are the memories that make you a wealthy soul". These are also the memories that will keep the Class of '89 alive, in our hearts and in our minds, forever.
