Our Class: Read this. Its long, but good.
We are the Class of 1999.
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 hurricane
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.
He 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 1999!"
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 1999.
We will always be the class of 1999.
But now we are something more.
We are adults.
We are no longer children trying to act like adults.
"This is 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 1999 but we are moving into the future.
Eighty-eight miles per hour.
May I present the Class of 2003.
Class of 1999 Officers
no place like home
