Reflections of our day, in fair judgement where we lay our scene, for as one we rise, as one we fall. As time flies so will the experiences pour.
Another year has passed, with the tales of time and truth of labor emerging from the pits of our honor. Breaths taken and huffs drawn, thoughts captured and griefs mourn; as will time test our fate, so will we experience.
Everything has a beginning: the sweetest of fruits were once dull flowers, the tallest of trees were once seeds, the might of man was once the desires of our precursors. Such as these were the beginnings of a lifetime bondage, the class which we belong. The greatest of a people body were once shy individuals, different in each way. Differences as repellant as a magnet were soon to be neutralized and new associations of our time were soon to be born.
Sweat toiled and blood boiled, teamwork, one for a day so full. Last year, the class of 2B raised $1400 for the goodwill of the Victoria Edge Fund.
This year has been both sweet and sour in many ways. Good things have come to us, witnesses of true glory, honor and respect, the great barrier of not sticking as one crumble, the true fruits born from hard labor, the pride we have asserted around those who love us dear. Unfortunate things have also befallen, the departure of many great mentors, friends and guides, of whom I shall not mention because of the limits of our humility; and even times where we thought we couldn’t, when of true fact that was, we could. A dying friendship and spirit, overcome because a friendship could never be dead, as it was said, To himself every man is immortal; he may know that he is going to die, but he can never know he is dead.
This year would also not have been such of a note without the support and endeavors of our dear teachers, all of whom we might have taken granted for. I believe that they are truly ‘teachers’ in their own ways, strict or lenient, mean or kind, resourceful or creative; as a teacher has never really taught until the student has learned.
Right now as I speak, new planets and stellar systems have been discovered, new mountains scaled, new bridges built and new friendships formed. As will these continue, so will the bounds of our bonds be strengthened, that for we were one yesterday, so shall be today, same will be of tomorrow, until death take us away, and life bring us part.
That we might remember so dear, the morales, lessons and thoughts we gathered individually, whether good or bad; friendships forged and nemesis forgotten, good times passed and bad times forsaken, that this word, Memory, shall live up to its name, and serve us a good purpose in collecting the dust we leave behind.
It will be of this moment that we will officially separate, emotionally, physically and mentally, that we each have dreams to fulfill at our own pace, places of higher levels we have to reach. To all those who shall be going off as one together, I wish you good acquaintances; to all those who shall walk independently, I wish you good strength. Still be, the power of dreams shall connect us, each and one, all and all.
That time is, indeed like a friend and an enemy, a strength, then a weakness. While we live in the realms of time, time rules the limits we might have tried to overcome once, and that time judges the finite pleasures we have so dearly sought. Time has bounded us for two good years, as it will now, separate us physically, for eternity in the worst cases.
The power of dreams shall still connect us, though not physically, whether we will meet again someday, someway; or whether we exist in the deepest thoughts and dreams of one another - connected in every single way, and that no person, spirit, realm or time can pilfer from the depths of our heart. Destiny and fate within shall deem.
Down the road might we question the purpose of our separation, why destiny made us to be so.
That as we have always pronounced in every way close to our hearts, Once a Victorian, Always a Victorian, shall we also proclaim the everlastingness of our friendship and the infinite heights and depths of its spirit.
This day, physically apart as we are in every right of the realms of our own existence, spirit be together, as one, to infinity, and beyond.
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