The Class of 1998
We are the Class of 1998.
One year is gone and what have we learned?
We are about to head back to a place that
we know by heart and yet,
One year is gone and what have we learned?
We are about to head back to a place that
we know by heart and yet,
it has changed.
One year ago, we were worrying about SAT's
and ACT's and where
will I be next year?
Now, we know where we stand, or so we think.
Torn between two worlds.
One we have been struggling for years to
enter, and one that we now
hesitate to leave behind.
My Little Ponies and Rainbow Brite
Am I the only one who remembers Herself the
Elf?
Dangermouse with Banana-Man and did
Sebastian ever find his
mother?
"I don't know" would get you slimed and
every girl wanted a bed like
Punky Brewster's.
Eighty-eight miles an hour would send you
back in time or maybe to
the future.
Saved By The Bell gave way for 90210 and
Zack was traded for
Dylan or
maybe Brandon.
There were side ponytails and Units belts
and bangs that could
survive a tornado.
Your worst problem was who's mom was gonna
get you from the mall on
Friday night.
We watched the Challenger fall and the
Branch Dividian Compound
burn.
Remember the songs we sang about the Gulf
War? The teachers
never
shushed us when we sang them on field
trips.
High school came and you wondered how you
were going to manage
seven
separate classes.
Four more years till we are free!
Spirit week and Homecoming Game and who's
taking you to the
dance?
Cruising around with fresh licenses and man
we were cool.
Your first love, your first heartache, your
first real tears.
You swore you'd never talk to him/her again.
Maybe you did. Maybe you didn't.
Maybe you got back together. Maybe you
didn't.
Maybe you should have. Maybe you
shouldn't.
Someone from your class died. She sat by
me in Algebra.
The final Prom. The final dance.
Are you going to the Grad Party?
Put on your robe, and Pomp and
Circumstance.
Walk across the stage. Smile for the
camera.
Turn your tassel and "I now present the
class of 1998!"
Four years of life summed up in twenty
seconds.
It was so important. The problems. The
joys.
Why does it take so few words to sum up
such an experience?
Words can not express it.
It just exists. In out hearts and our
minds.
Now, with a year between those emotions and
us, are we really the
same?
We have changed. We have grown.
How many of your old friends do you still
talk to?
We have new friends but we will not let go
of the old ones that
we
cherish the most.
Friendships don't die. They just get
forgotten along the way.
Your true friends will be here forever.
We are the Class of 1998.
We will always be the class of 1998.
But now we are something more.
We are adults. We are no longer children
trying to act like
adults.
"This is the big time, baby."
Live and learn. Learn and remember.
It's in the past. But the past will never
die.
We are the Class of 1998 but we are moving
into the future.
Eighty-eight miles per hour.
May I present the Class of 2002!! :O)
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