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jhakka
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The idea of graduating hadn't sunk in to me until I read that.I dont usually write crap like this, I dont usually send e-mails either. If any of this seems weird or repetitive i aoplogise, all this was written staright out from mixed emotions so please bear with me.
I dont have everone in our years e-mail, so if you could forward it around it'd help.
This is for Year 12 2004
Its over,
Holy crap its over.
I cant explain the feeling that these words bring.
We smile and laugh at the thought, but on the inside it feels like were missing something.
Its a day we dreamed about since kindergarten,
No more class rooms,
no more lunchtime soccer,
no more canteen, homework,
teachers,
assemblies,
merit awards.
No more free periods,
we wave goodbye to the long and tiresome wait for 3:00,
no more school gate,
or the lame presentations during the Australian anthem.
Its just all over.
And despite everything we present and say, each and everyone of us feels it, that the biggest achievement has just slipped away, that everything, our whole lives are floating away, and regardless of how much we hated it, were beginning to miss it, and we cant help it, its all we've known for the last 13 years of our lives. Its all we ever knew and now we feel lost and confused, like were walking into the darkness unwillingly but we still continue to walk.
It didn't matter if we went to a party and passed out, if we got a job, or moved house, It was always there, but more importantly, our friends were there.
and I think that what we choose to remember, our friends,
the laughs,
the good times and the comedy.
Every negative thought is reversed into a humourus situation, every time a teacher snapped, or when we were humiliated throughout in front of an audience, it doesn't matter what bad thing happened we only remember the positives, and its these memories and times that kept us going. Through every failure,
Through each pile of assessments,
Through life.
And its that which I am the most great-full for. Chances are that after this year we wont ever talk again (be thankful). I want to take this moment to thank each and everyone of you. For standing by, for laughing with and at, for every smile and laugh. I honestly could not have made it this far without each and every one of you, I want to thank you all, for making me laugh, and for laughing along. Because in the far future, regardless of where I am, I'm going to look up and smile at those memories and every minute and second of school that's been crammed into our brains will come back. I apologise to those I may have offended, those who I may have angered or presented a wrong image to, I can only ask you're forgiveness and understanding that anything I may have said or done was purely for a laugh, not for abuse or revenge, regardless I thank you for being there. For spreading the laughter.
And one the 24th of September 2004, we don our uniforms for the last proud time and salute each other and the experiences that we've gone through. With only a few tests between now and when we leave for the rest of our lives. And we will all leave, not as students, not as peers, but as members of the same family, born of the same enforced institution, as brothers and sisters. We've banded together, some groups small, some enormous, but each united and forever strong.
It is on this day that we become great and that, regardless of how we do in the HSC, Uni, or in life as it becomes, that we will be forever united, do not leave this day with grudges, do not leave this day with a hatred or anger of another, on this day we are reconciled, we will leave and forever know that whatever happened happened, and that in the end, it doesn't really matter, its the memories that we keep, and how we feel that matters in the end.
We may screw our HSC,
we may screw up in our jobs,
but regardless of what happens,
we will always stand united,
we will always be in reach of our dreams.
And we will achieve them.
As the next chapter of our lives opens, we can only reflect on the one that has closed. Each and every one of us will forever be etched into each others memory, from that 1st day in 1991, to the final day, the final exam. The last two months
Before this life.
Our lives.
Begin
This is the Final message of the Odd-Father
Occasionally known as Damiano Laurenzo Zamprogno-The 1st
Ciao Mutha Fuckers
Scary.
