Greetings, class of 2012! You’ve worked hard and you’ve finally arrived at this momentous day, which, just like yesterday was, and the day before yesterday, and just like tomorrow will be and the day after tomorrow will be again, the first day of the rest of your life. But yesterday you weren’t graduating from high school, and tomorrow you will have already graduated, so this day is in fact set apart, appropriately, as a special day, a day on which you participate in a singular right of passage away from childhood and into adulthood, whatever that means. It sounds kind of scary, actually.
I’d like to begin by thanking you all for not inviting me to speak at graduation. I appreciate that. It really takes the pressure off. But even though I have not been invited to speak, I will speak anyway, at least in imagination and spirit, because I CAN, and because I have a few things to say.
I greeted many of you four years ago in English 9. You were silly. You were nutty. Some of you were interested in learning. Some of you were not. Some of you worked hard. Some of you didn’t. Most of you are here today, but others of you could not join us this evening. That should give us some pause. (Pause). But you were a sweet group. I mean to say, even though as freshmen, and even more so as sophomores, you were sometimes frustrating to work with (remember that time I got so angry I walked out of the classroom, and that other time I slammed my open hand on a desk to get your attention and hurt myself?), you were, on the whole, nice, kind, caring. I really appreciate that. To me, being a decent human being weighs on the scale much more significantly than good grades and academic prowess. So I will remember you for being decent human beings. We had fun together. Thank you.
Others of you I did not meet until your junior year. You came into American Literature or IB Junior English knowing nothing about me–and we got on pretty well. We studied witches, the Declaration of Independence, the roaring 20s, Coyote, poetry, monster-making, alcoholism, Chile’s dark past, America’s dark past, and love during the Mexican Revolution–and through the Exhibition Project (which you all loved) and the Individual Oral Presentation (which you all loved), you made your voices and your learning heard above the roof tops of the world. Good work, people.
And I was fortunate enough to have about 37 of you in my IB Senior English class and my good buddy and Evil Twin Mr. Hawking had another 25 to 30 of you. I think we studied some things in the context of that particular curriculum that might be appropriate to highlight here, on this occasion–in case you missed it the first time, or, in case you were not in those classrooms. Let’s think of the next few minutes as a “review for the test,” so to speak. The test we’re talking about is a long one. It begins right this second. And it ends–well, it ends–at the end–hopefully a really long time from now. I want you to do well on the test, so listen up.
We studied literature about the Vietnam war and we learned this:
Wars suck. If you can help it, don’t fight them. Instead, fight to prevent them. How do you do that? Live peacefully in your families and in your neighborhoods. I believe in the ripple effect that good living can have on everything and everyone that surrounds us. I don’t mean pure living. I mean good–good in that no one gets hurt, physically or emotionally; that everything and everyone that comes into direct contact with you is left in a better shape, condition, or state than it or he or she was before your paths crossed. Live peacefully in and with your own mind. You have to believe in the possibility of a world without war. You have to start there. And know this: that you can believe all of this and fall short of the mark over and over. You will fail. As I have. And then what? We do what we can to make things better, to make amends, to forgive and be forgiven, to avoid past mistakes and destructive patterns. In a 2011 joint venture between Vietnam and the U.S., 32 million dollars was invested for an Agent Orange clean up in Central Vietnam, nearly forty years after the end of the war. It’s never too late, people. And for those of you who serve: thank you, first of all. And secondly, help us imagine collectively and then realize an armed forces whose primary job is to help relieve suffering and not to inflict it.
We studied literature about American slavery and the Troubles in Ireland, and we learned that history matters. It teaches us primarily not about the way things were, but WHY things are the way they are. And if you don’t understand that, you’re living in the dark. History also teaches us this one abiding truth that, if we allow it to, can guide our lives: nothing worth achieving comes easily.
And we studied post World War II existentialist drama and we came away with this: Live your own dream, not someone else’s. Learn to distinguish the voice in your head from the voices coming from your cell phones and the internet and the television and your friends and family, all of which or all of whom think they know you better than you know yourself. Technology is a tool, but many of us live as though we are tools to the technology. Don’t be a tool. There’s a lot of noise in this world competing with the good noise, the music of your own thoughts. Try to find some way, some silent space within your lives, to listen to that music within.
And from Beckett we learned that it’s okay to wait, but we have to be careful, because all of what we believe we are waiting for might already be here. And this is the trap, right, that Beckett was describing: in grade school we wait for junior high (which is absolutely crazy when you think about it), in junior high we wait for high school, and in high school we wait for college and the concurrent and/or subsequent unemployment. And once we’re in college or unemployed we wait for a job, a family, a kid, and then we wait for the kid to go through grade school, middle school, high school, college, job, marriage, grandkids, and . . . Good grief. Stop waiting for life to begin. Your life has already begun. You’re in it. Live it. Be here now. Tomorrow will come, I guarantee it.
Notice I didn’t say anything about writing a great essay or analyzing text. Don’t get me wrong, here. It’s not that I don’t think these things are important–but they are not the end–they are the means to an end, and those of you who have taken advantage of your education know this and those of you who haven’t will learn it. Learning to use your mind well–and I think that has been or should have been the goal of the last 13 years of your school experience–will help you create a more peaceful world, will help you understand and make sense of your society and your relationships, will help you to think your own thoughts and follow your own dreams, and will help you learn to live in the present moment as if it were the only moment left to you.
With love, deep appreciation for all that you have taught me, and with the best wishes for each and every one of your days, congratulations class of 2012.