Ladies and gentlemen of the class of 2006, as the proud Dean of so many wonderful students and on the behalf of our prestigious University, this moment in time represents every waking hour spent in your journey of education that has now come to an end. As I extend my hand showing you the way out of the building, this exit is not the same door you entered, but a path that begins the next chapter in your lives. Behold the real world....
I run out arms flailing, I'm free! Im free! Never again do I have to strain myself to look up an answer for question 4 on my cheat sheet! No more guilt when I stay out drinking till the sun comes up when I should be preparing a speech. I am done with this shit! In fact I never wanted to continue school anyway; it was for my folks. Well here's to the second time wearing this plastic drape, and preppy golfers hat. If anyone only knew what it means to not have to deal with school ever again, it was ME! And I dont give a damn whats next.
For me, it could be going home to talk shit with my old town boys, or even just kick it with the friends I meet along the way. One thing for sure, there's going to be a lot of weed and a bottle of walker in my future. My future. My future. What a load of shit! After all what portion of my future did I throw away while trying to clear that swim credit that almost fucked me up.
There are crowds everywhere, but it still seems as if half of me is stuck in a barren desert. I cant wait to leave this parking lot; the other half feels like I am in some kind of freak show, or carnival. Balloons, flashes, smiles, and exhibits. Oh this camera smile, now that one cheese, oh one with her right, right ok its nice to meet you misses so and so. Whats this all for, I am just trying to party!
Well I go out, and Im on top of the world, endless summer! Oblivious to everyone and everything! Can I keep my voice down? FUCK NO, ITS A FUCKING PARTY, AND ITS ALL FOR ME! People are disgusted well I could give a shit; nothing can stop me and my mission.
My Mission:
Get fucked up
Try to forget the 17 years in prison
Do it all again tomorrow!
Thats life from here on out. It seems as if this future they all talk about consists of expendable bank accounts, high mateinence women, and fast cars. Its all a show, and I can do that!
Well I'll get this girl pregnant here, so I should move into this house, I can't buy but I pay how much for rent! Oh ok, well I better get a job I guess. So what am I gona be doing? Oh so you mean I just put the letter for Mr. Jones in the box labeled Mr. Jones, and the one for Miss. Fenton in the box for her as well, thats easy. Mr. Jones is not much older then me, is he? What hes younger? Wow I guess my Degree don't mean shit! Wow the kids are growing fast, and my new wife looks good, just not as great as she did in collage, oh well. Damn I still got to pay how much? I cant afford that well I better make my kids work so they can save for collage.
Lets not forget the fucking reunion parties that shit is over rated.
Hi my name is Jamal, do you remember me? No I am the other one, you must me talking about my look alike. Well life is good, I just made a micro fortune investing in the potato energy market, here's my card, whats your name again? Well it was good to see you, take care, hi my name is Pete, lets do this again in 5 years... whatever, Im either going drunk or not at all!
Anyways its been a long time goal of mine not to live past 40, so here I am I figure I should start on my goal, right as I walk out this door.
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