Back When I Was A Freshman
Back in September I told you all that this school year would fly by in the twinkling of an eye. And no sooner than you could say wiki, wiki, it's flown by like some dark comet streaking across the sky of the world. Your freshman year flew by faster than Jesse Owens bolting from the blocks faster than a slave from a hound dog running north to freedom. Many of you followed the proverbial North Star and worked extremely hard until you reached the land of (A and B-dom). But many of the really bright and talented among you hardly worked at all.
Over the last 200 plus days, I've tried to make you all see - through video, through music, through poetry, through computer tech, and through numerous dictations, that nothing lasts forever, nothing - looks, fads, potato chips, nails, hair, Hugs, MySpace. Nothing. Some of you dug that and pummeled me with your scholarship, your creativity, and the quality of your work. And for those of you who found that idea to be a little obtuse, well... time is still on your side young buck. You can make it if you try!
The culminating activity for most ninth grade students was a recitation of A.E. Housman's A Shropshire Lad - #13, When I Was One and Twenty.
Asante sana freshmen and kwaheri.
Good luck in 10th grade!