The tenacity of South Whidbey High School’s class of 2004 never ceases to astound me. Our class has the ability to take the melody that is given to them, whether it is the close-knit environment, a small school, sports, or even music itself, and transform it into a symphony. There are many different synonyms for the word “tenacity:” cohesive, persistent, retentive, all of which have their benefits. But to apply all of these qualities to a conventional group of people is almost impossible. However, this class is far from ordinary.
The first merit that should be applauded can be seen before us dressed in the blue robes that represent our school spirit. Many of these unique men and women have undergone 13 years of public schooling in South Whidbey, and the rest, myself included, have also worked hard and have been privileged to end this particular stage of our lives where we stand today. It is a great test of perseverance and dedication to embark upon and complete the primary journey that is education. Our class has proven itself repeatedly through superior test scores unrivaled by any but the most prestigious 4A schools, Cicero once said, “Cultivation of the mind is as necessary as food to the body.” I believe we have kept our minds well-fed and will continue to do so well into our golden years.
But our minds are not the sole beneficiaries of our quest. I’ve noticed that the personal bonds formed between these young adults over the years are not malleable. We have become each other’s most significant comrades, family, cheerleaders, and even critics. Many will leave for college with their best friends, others will remain on Whidbey Island to being their own families. But most will eventually return or will keep in close contact with these lifetime colleagues. The English poet, Anne Barbauld, known for her individuality, strength of conviction, and independence of thought stated,
“Life! We have been long together,
Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; “Tis hard to part when friends are dear,
Perhaps ‘twill cost a sign, a tear;
Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time;
Say not Goodnight, but in some brighter clime
Bid me Goodmorning.”
We will not forget these acquaintances but will grow stronger because of them. The lessons learned here apply to everything we confront in the future. The tenacity that harmonized and created dissonance in our lives will continue to aid on composing our own individual life songs. Success if built upon talent, hard work, dedication, and a hint of luck, and with that luck, we will be able to pursue our dreams to their pinnacle.
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