i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

not in a cry-and-want-to-go-home sort of way...

i think all the tears in that department

ran dry five years ago.

but i did.

and i missed highschool.

and i missed the people that made highschool what it is to me.

and i missed you.

i think i have had the privilege of being in three homes, and learning to love each one almost as much as i possibly can.

and that privilege gives me memories that number beyond my ability to count.

but contemplating on the deeper things in life

don't always require so much education...

and as much as i love education, love literature, and love studying..

it will not become the standard by which i see the world.

the human soul lies far far beyond,

and God sees the worth,

and so shall i.

or at least try to...

even though i have to work through my own prejudices,

my own blindness,

and my own walls...

i think this has been my biggest lesson at CAIS..

my biggest lesson in graduating with the class of 09.

and i hope that it will show,

that i will not be so quick to cast my eyes downward,

to mentally push myself upward.

that with everything i will first seek to learn,

to humble

and to do with love, everything that i do.

and i will make You proud.

someday when i see You, you will tell me

well done.

this is my promise, to You, to myself...

give me strength.