K. So I was in the Writing Forum like usual, and I came across this speech post. This girl ACTUALLY said this at her eighth grade graduation. She got a detention on the last day of school and had to go home at 6 because the speech was 'SO insulting.." Read on if you dare:
It seemed like it was only yesterday that I was a new student here and [insert name of Nishin's middle school here]. And boy, am I glad I only had to waste three years here. Or was it wasted? At this fine intitution of learning and golden standards of character, I've learned a lot. I've learned that half of my friends are crazy. All of my teachers were sadists, and I'm a very short person. Despite all of those negative factors, my heart grew three sizes earlier today. WhY? Because I'm leaving this godforsaken institution of standardize learning and socialization and moving to an institution with even bigger standards of education and higher hopes of us being better people. Of course, I cannot deny the good times. The good times of me being better academically than everyone else, especially the people I really don't like. That's about it. But I will be sad to leave this school I've grown accustomed to. I will start next year totally lost. Not in thoughts, but in the hallways. I will start next year completely new, hopefully never seeing half of the people I have come to know. Whoever said that parting was such sweet sorrow must have accidentally mixed up sorrow for joy. Or maybe sorrow used to have a more joyous meaning back in the Shakespearian day. Remember, Shakespear made up his own words!
More seriously, we're all moving on. We cannot stay still in the ever-changing flow of time. It's impossible, and it's something we're going to have to accept if we want to grow up. We'll go into high school, and decide the rest of our lives from there. After all, I'm a firm believer in existantialism.
Just so you know:
*existantialism:
A philosophical theory or approach that emphasizes the existence of the individual person as a free and responsible agent determining their own development through acts of the will.
......... rofl . That. Was. Great.
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