This is how you’re going to be remembered.
Do you realize that? This is the last memory we’ll have of you. Afterward we’re all going to leave, and we’ll remember you as you were during these four years. Sure, a couple of close friends you’ll actually manage to stay in touch with, three at most, will manage to continue making memories with you. But the rest of us? Our entire class, 417 people? Plus underclassmen? 99% of people who’ve met you these four years are going to remember you like this. This is it.
You’ve had four years to become the person you want to be. You’ve had four years to make this impression and four years to change this impression if need be. We’ve all seen your ascent or your decline. But now it’s over; this is judgment day. Some people are going to be remembered as bitches (that one girl who fucked you over), some as nerds (can you please stop talking about your grades?), some as funny (that one guy who could make you laugh whenever he opened his mouth), some as sweethearts (she always says hi to you with a smile when you guys see each other), and some as everything you could have asked for (thank you for being there). And yes, I was thinking about specific people writing this. Props to you if you can guess them.
So when it comes down to it, are you happy with the person you are, happy with the way everyone else is going to remember you? I certainly hope so; you did have four whole fucking years.
I won’t become a doctor.
Remember this:
One day you will be sick.
Poem written by an 11 year old Afghan girl
This poem was recorded in a NYT magazine article about female underground poetry groups in Afghanistan. An amazing article about the ways in which women are using a traditional two line poetry form to express their resistance to male oppression, their feelings about love (considered blasphemous), and their doubts about religion.
(via blua)
(Source: katyuno, via sara-laughs)
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