Hello graduating class of year I’ll be afraid to admit ten years from now
It’s been four years since we’ve first met
And thus far I’ve talked to probably not even half of you
Seriously for the life of me I couldn’t even name 20 people outside of my friend circle

Honestly I think that’s really sad
Most of you would’ve never given me the time of day
Unless I knew the answers to last nights homework

In class none of you ever looked at me unless there was that fateful day
Where one of your friends was absent
And you got stuck with me as your lab partner

What’s even worse is all that you know about me
Are the words you hear about me in the hall
When you looked at me
You saw a face that you would never remember outside of the classroom

A face that you probably never bothered thinking about or talking about unless there was some stupid rumor going around about me

I’m not even upset that I’m just a face to most of you
I’m upset because honestly
As students, correction
As people
We could’ve done so much better

We could’ve done better than the constant racial slurs everyone found so funny
We could’ve done better than the dress code that should really be titled “boys will be boys”
We could’ve done so much better than “That’s so gay”
We could’ve done so much better than the class president who actually isn’t a “really nice kid”
We could’ve done so much better than the constant bullying that apparently does not exist in our school
We could’ve done so much better than the opinions that you are entitled to, but not given the right to be an asshole about

So class of year I’ll be afraid to admit ten years from now
Remember this before you enter the real world
We could’ve done better
We passed as students
But we failed as people
—  An average high school student
I have for the first time found what I can truly love–I have found you. You are my sympathy–my better self–my good angel–I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wrap my existence about you–and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one.
—  Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre
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