Monday, June 29, 2009

Knock, knock, knock, knock scratch

Everybody took everything that they could and they, made a little town out of stones and out of wood
And they, made a little king out of plasticine and they threw the rules away but they kept the wisdom in.

And all of the birds and the bees lived so peacefully.
And all of the babies they slept so so gently.

Until, little red little red little red little red little red little red little red little red

little red little red little red little red little red little red came knocking

Little garden how do I make your flowers grow.
When I already do everything that I know.
I bring you sunshine and I bring you rain, still you refrain

All the other gardens are so full of flowers they're so colourful yet I spend all these hours trying to make you as beautiful as them but still you refrain.

knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock scratch

and a knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock scratch

and the knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock scratch

and the knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock scratch

Little girl why are you crying.
Just because the flowers in your garden are dying.
There's so much that you could be doing and all of your neighbours well they haven't got a clue.

Oh come on with me we'll have a little bit of fun yeah it's not too dangerous and we won't hurt any one.

We'll cause some havoc between the birds and the bees.
Yeah we'll we'll paint the town red and we'll shake the trees oh

Come on with me we'll and I'll show you a good time.
All you have to do is a jump and climb
I'll take you over to the other side of town.
There's so much to do there and no one wears a crown.

Should I go or should I stay, my flowers are dying and I'm sick and tired anyway.
This boy seems kind of cool his jeans seem pretty low,
well i think i'll go

jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump climb

and the jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump climb

and the jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump climb

and the jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump climb

Oh lets pack a picnic and we'll go for a drive.
We'll go to a funfair and go on all the rides.
We'll climb up a mountain and we'll take in the sites.
We'll jump in a plane and fly.

If you want you can come back to mine we'll drink some coffee and you can spend the night.
We'll do anything that makes you smile.
'cause your smile is beautiful and it makes me happy
'cause your smile is beautiful and it makes me happy

This little girl, she grew up and moved away and she, she lived her life full of risk and full of play. And she, she lived her life with so much to say.
And her flowers they grow more beautiful everyday.


Kate Nash

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Valedictory Speech

Good morning.

Four years ago, seventy-three unique freshman joined the class of 2009. Some of us were excited for a fresh start; others were accompanied by the same friendly faces with whom we had gone to school since kindergarten. Some of us were excited to not have to pick out an outfit in the morning for the next four years; perhaps even more of us were less than pleased to find ourselves in a place that had the nerve to limit our self-expression with uniforms.

Whatever our particular situation, we were all here, and we had a blank canvas of four years together on which to paint our legacy. Regardless of what school we came from or what previous experiences we had, we all have surely gotten a bit more than we bargained for.
We were challenged to make this place more than a school, but also a church, a playground, and a home. In a school so new, we were forced to step up and become catalysts and creators, innovating and establishing in areas where once there was nothing. We saw the emergence of vibrant programs from our own hands. When we arrived here, the school was taking a colossal leap with its first-ever year of varsity team sports. Now, four years later, we’ve seen a CCS sectional championship in volleyball; an SCCAL title in women’s basketball; a sectional championships spot in baseball; and we can boast that we are the smallest school in history to ever receive a CCS berth in football. The class of 2009 was integral in the development and enhancement of almost every existing program on campus: an auspicious VITA program for freshman; a thriving mock trial team; full-fledged drama productions and choir performances; Project Santa and the Second Harvest food drive, both significantly benefiting the local community. Even those of us fatigued with the regimen of high school—I mean, what’s up with detention on the last day of finals for a uniform violation— have learned to exercise our freedom in other and more sophisticated ways, resulting in cogent thinkers who express themselves with eloquence in language.

As were the architects, contractors, and donors who generously built this school for us, we were expected to build something from nothing, and the relationships that we forged with each other allowed our efforts to be successful. These efforts were born from necessity, but by choosing what we each wanted to invest in our high school, we were, each of us, unknowingly developing the character that will ultimately shape our adult lives. As Sister Helen Prejean notes, or as Phil will tell you, the movie “Batman Begins” insists, “it’s what you do that defines you.”

On our best days we realize how truly blessed we are. We have been given a superior education in the true Salesian way, not merely academic, but an education of the whole person. But in a much more basic sense, we have been given much that we often take for granted – we are not hungry, as the world is; we are not homeless, as many are; we are free to say what we think, as many worldwide are not. Yet our blessings are never without purpose. Luke’s gospel reminds us “to whom much is given, much is required." And so we are charged with this: we live in a world where technology and communication continue to permeate every corner of the globe. This universal communication gives us unrivaled tools for peace and understanding and, simultaneously, makes us painfully aware of the extent to which our world is troubled. This awareness very necessarily comes with the responsibility to propel us to action. It is inevitable that at times we will feel impotent or overwhelmed by this onslaught of disturbing facts, horrific news, and the realization that such a multiplicity of problems demand our attention. In our moments of helplessness, we may feel drained and try to shut out the pain of a world so troubled. But we are reminded by Holocaust survivor Elie Weisel, "The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference." Love, in contrast to apathy, becomes equivalent to action.

Each generation is defined in history by the collective response to the challenge of modern injustices. Women’s suffrage, the Great Depression, the Civil Rights Movement, and the Vietnam War; these are 20th century issues faced; 20th century issues combatted; 20th century issues improved upon; and yet, their legacies for the 21st century are still in need of final, complete, and just resolution. Our generation, lead by students graduating today, needs to be prepared to confront our issues head-on. Our population is poisoning itself with carbon emissions and plastics in its constant desire for convenience. Every day we are destroying more and more of our most precious resource, the earth, which is inextricably linked to our own health and survival. We also must be prepared to defend the human dignity of people across the globe who do not have the opportunity to experience the joyous freedom of existence when their realities include human trafficking, slavery, starvation, and disease.

As we take our next steps into a world plagued by injustice we take with us a foundation of morality bestowed upon us by our families and our Salesian roots. Our friends and our relationships with one another have endowed us with joy, vivacity and creativity that will lend us strength. And our time here has not only served as a venue for these bonds, nor has it simply armed us with superior intellects and the chance to test the depths of our talents and our passions. This place, above all, has given us a sense of hope.
Fitzgerald once wrote, and it’s true, “the test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function. One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise.” That hopelessness stands in sharp contrast to the parallel yet more powerful hope that we now carry. The odds are long; the challenges are many and complex. But with our tremendous and innumerable gifts, we can change the world. Classmates, it is with profound respect, deep affection, and infinite hope that I extend a call-to-arms for us all: let us go forward, confident that our love, in action, indeed has the power to heal even the deepest wounds and build the world of our wildest dreams.

Thank you.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

All Over Now

It was amazing. I was more nervous than I've ever been for anything in my whole life for this speech. Last night I was literally sweating bullets rehearsing in front of my mirror. I woke up an hour before my alarm convulsing from nerves. And then I got there and it jsut seemed right and I didn't even have to think about it as I did when I was practicing, about slowing down or what words to emphasize. I was no longer nervous, just excited to share what I've learned and appreciate my experience. It came out great. I'm so happy. I made my dad cry. It must've been pretty good from the receiving end as well.

I didn't cry. My eyes welled up when I gave Alison a hug but that's more for what we had than what I'm leaving. Anthony was trying to make eye contact and talk and play nice and that too almost made me cry because I wish I could let myself accept but I've been burned too many times and he's still hurting me and I can't let myself believe he wants to be friends when he will continue to do so I will get hurt again. I HATE that things are ending this way, that we can't be friends, but I didn't choose to make them so and there's nothing that I can do to make things right. So I almost cried again but I held back and moved on.

It is fitting to me that indeed the only time that I cried through this entire process, especially considereing how easily I used to cry, was reading the very last two cards in my stack. The first, from Mathews, who gave me a Borders gift certificate which is so funny because I got him and Amazon one among other things. He talked about our burgeoning friendship. That got me all softened up for Marhein's. He have me his well-loved pocket edition of Rumi. And honestly that meant more to me than anything else could. I know that he loved it and that it was a sacrifice for him. It culminated the feeling that had been building all day that I am so loved and that is what brought me to tears.

I got more than money today. I got my great grandmother's antique purse. I recieved the necklace that was given to my aunt at her graduation because she only has sons but she didn't give it to any of my older cousins or Renee. I got a picture from Sarah. I got a blanket that Denise hand made for me. It was overwhemling to see how deeply people care and the lengths to which they will go for me. I'm so glad that they could all be there with me and for me.

Today was a great day.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

I tried

I tried to smile. I wanted to. I wanted to say peace be with you. But I couldn't and I regreted it. I tried to say it with a smile

and it felt like my heart was breaking all over again.


I don't understand.