They're obviously haphazardly written on pieces of scratch papers which I remember writing the morning before our program in a 7eleven store.
And because I miss my classmates, I am excited to blog again and I seek a better place for that piece, let me post it here.
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| My forever-favorite pioneer Honors Class picture |
This closing remarks is lame.
It is competent
senseless
inadequate.
It is useless,
pointless
in every way.
You could think of fancier words from your English major vocabulary more than lame, incompetent, senseless, and inadequate.
But still, this remains useless, pointless in every way.
I could have started this off with the most inspiring congratulatory poem you haven't heard of, or the most moving farewell quotation I could write, but then
This
would still remain useless, pointless
in every single way.
Because how can a five-minute speech (or longer) bring you back to that moment when you entered the room and realized that you are part of the Honors' class and make you see how you fought and strove hard all those 3 years. And you, yes you. After all those 3 years, succeeded. Not just from a regular class nor from a random majorship. You have succeeded as a IV-HC English major.
Because how can a five-minute speech mark the ending of the 3 years we've spent as a a class, as students, actors, play producers, grammar nazis, OP writers, reporters, debaters, leaders, groupmates, workaholics, nocturnals, zombies, friends, brothers, sisters - the 3 years we spent as a family. How can this piece embody all those good and bad, happy and sad, exciting and dull - yet all beautiful memories that we shared?
Because how can a five-minute speech affirm how each and everyone of us has done more than our best, has performed more than what was expected of us and has lived up to our own exceptional standard of what an Honors class is.
Because how can this five-minute speech allow me to tell you fully how thankful I am to be part of this class, to be part of your lives.
Because how can this five-minute speech ever be enough to depict how brilliant and great God is to handpick 20 superb individuals, combine us in one class, get us through the thick and thin of college life, cut us out a little, push us a bit more, then lift us up and let us flourish in greatness in a way we never imagined we could.
This piece would never be enough.
Any piece would not be enough.
You gotta tap that person beside you,
because he/she
is never the lame
incompetent
senseless
inadequate
that this useless and pointless closing remarks can box in every single way.
Our memories are far more than what words could describe or relive.
Our achievements are far more than what honors could give.
We, Honors Class, are more.
And all because of Him, we are.
