Stay patient yet adamant.
Stay courageous yet wise.
…so I don’t become a douchebag.
Yep, that’s it.
Those are the two things that’ll keep you up at night.
Those are the two things that’ll make you cry into the wee bits of the morning.
Those are the two things that’ll help you face the new day that dawns.
And with them comes happiness, heartache, pain, tears, sweat, the best of all things and the worst.
They will break and they will build.
Love and passion might as well be pantyhose with holes in them.
You can never win.
I will probably cry during testing today—I don’t care.
I have had the privilege to watch you this year (and, some of you, more than that) on your journey from a sprout to a butterfly. Your voices have brought me down, lifted me up, and provided yet another soundtrack to the situational comedy that is my life. You have imparted on me your wisdom, your humor, your stories, and so much more, all of which I will be ever-grateful for.
In all you do, I have seen nothing but passion. In all you say, I hear you say with intent. In all you are, you are to the fullest extent. I will never meet a bunch of weirdos like you again. There will never be another you. (So, please don’t ever go around saying “That’ll never be me” because people love you just as you are.)
I pray you’ll never lose your sense of wonder. I pray you’ll not go a day without food, love, and shelter. I pray you’ll always look ahead, even in the bleakest of situations. I pray you know, in your heart of hearts, that you have left a mark on the ones you’re leaving behind.
Congratulations to this wonderful group of people. May your path be blessed and may you walk with the lightest of hearts.
So, Ivanna, Twin, Tiny Dance Party, Get Some Order, Earth, Vogue, Drums, Ties, Toilet Bassist, Man of a Thousand Accents & Hats, Giant, Rees, Braids, What?, Sopragangster, Bibis, and others, thank you for bringing me unconditional joy and love for the time I’ve known you.
I shall miss you to no end.
With love & things of the sort,
don’t get attached to tv programs
because they will go on hiatus
and you will die
Listening to Blix sing “This Time” by Scott Alan on repeat like I did day after day at the begining of 9th grade. Some things never change.
Had a nice dinner with Mrs. Jimenez at Lolita’s. Funtymmez~
I didn’t make it into West Side Story, but, that just means I’ve got to work harder for next year’s musical. That’s the business. That’s what I’ve got myself into. That’s where I know I’ll be because that’s what I fell in love with and I know that it’s no mistake that I did so.
What have I gotten myself into? Well, at least I know my handshaking skills have paid off well so far.