To the Class of 2003
You don't need to read this today.
I'm sure you're tired of having been told to do so many things over the past four years.
You've heard it all,
"Do your homework, read your assignments, don't waste time, don't be late, study for tests, pay attentions, and follow directions."
One thing, for sure, you'll never hear me say these things again.
Here's my message to you:
I always cared about you.
I always believed in you.
I was always proud of you and admired your courage and commitment.
Although there were moments of trepidation, when I looked at you, I thought,
"All this will pass, and the lessons learned will be beyond measure."
The journey through the rigors and demands of the IB program was only a preparations for the lives that were to unfold.
Although I may not be next to you in twenty years or so�
I know deep down in my heart that each of you will have met your own personal success.
Your memories are filtered through special lenses as personal as each fingerprint.
Through my own lessons I will always remember you as "The Class":
That stuck together through thick and thin.
"The Class" that saw the Twin Towers collapse in a terrorist attack,
and thousands of lives pointlessly lost.
"The Class" that saw us win a war,
Yet cost innocent children their lives.
You were "The Class" that heard of SARS for the first time.
You were "The Class" that supported me through my sadness, when my father went to Heaven.
You were "The Class" that was always there to offer a helping hand when Mrs. Rodriguez left.
You were "The Class" that held a study session in a hospital when a classmate was sick during IB exams.
You are "The Class" that went off to change the world to make it better and kinder for my granddaughter and generations to come.
Please remember me and call or stop by, and invite me to bask in the joy of your success, some day.
I'll be waiting for you.
And If I'm too old to remember,
please remind me!
With all my love,
Michele Patterson
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