The day seniors wait for, to finally step out the door. onto the pedestal of the world who could want more?

Twelve years of prison since most were five, up to this day that ends this painful job.

stressin' graded on correction, but despite it all we can all learn a lesson.

it's true what they say that good things come to those who wait, parties and cap gowns, but not all made it to this date so please a moment of silence for the dropouts.

I was almost among them so lets not put them down, "you're stupid you're a failure" please not those words not now.

Realize where they come from and tell them it'll be ok, get enrolled back into school it's not too late.

Everyone worked hard some more than others to reach this from the age in the distant, so lets make graduation rates this year. one hundred percent.


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