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Friday, June 07, 2002 Graduation My brother graduated from high school last night. It was so strange going back to my old school to watch him graduate--an inordinate number of people, both faculty, staff, and students--made speeches about entering "real life," following your dreams, leaving the "best years of your life," and making goals... which is all well and good, but "real life" doesn't happen when you leave high school. You're not in the "real world" until you get a "real" job or get married--college is its own little world. My senior year, I had a case of senioritis like none other--I skipped most of the "senior" events because I didn't like high school and was in a hurry to get to college. Those definitely weren't the best years of my life. My years here at U-M, on the other hand.... It's funny to think that this year's graduates will be next year's scared freshmen. But they'll grow, and they'll mature in ways they can't even guess right now. Following your dreams is hard. It's the kind of advice that's easily given in speeches, but in reality it's difficult to make those dreams come true. Goals are good, but what happens when you fall short, as will inevitably occur? This isn't to say that people shouldn't make goals, because I do think they're good and they help me stay motivated, but too often catch phrases are thrown around this time of year to inspire people. And what do I remember from the speeches at my graduation? Our valedictorian made a speech using so many big words that by the end what he said didn't make sense, and I don't think he understood what he was trying to say either, which I've always found pretty amusing. The moment in the night that most impressed me was hearing an original song that one of the seniors wrote and performed with one of her friends. I couldn't have done that at that age... and it was good to boot. It makes me wonder what I'm trying to do here--if kids three years behind me can sing better than me and write songs, then why do I keep entertaining dreams of performing? I don't really want to end this on an unhappy note, so I guess I'll end by saying that it was really nice to spend time with my family. It's definitely been a while. And I'm proud of my brother--he's going to rock the world! ^ Top | 3:34 PM | | | 
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