When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Our things were answers like astronaut, president, or a princess. When we were ten, they asked us again. We answered - rock star, cowboy, or gold medalist. But now that we’ve grown up, they want a more serious answer. Well, how about this: Who the hell knows!? This isn’t a time to make hard and fast decisions. This is the time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in love - a lot. Major in philosophy, because there’s no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again because nothing is permanent. So make as many mistakes as you can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be, we won’t have to guess. We’ll know.
Class of 2011 <3
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