GHS Graduation Addresses
I’d like to open with a prayer ... (prayer) ... first, I’d like to wish all of the mothers a happy mother’s day. When you think about it, it’s pretty ironic that we graduate from high school the same day that we thank our moms for raising us all these years. I want to thank all of you for sticking with us and putting up with all of us for so long ... now I know people are probably expecting me to make this funny, so I’ll try my best .... First, let’s talk about the teachers.
I know teachers’ salaries have always been a big controversy, and after seeing what they have to put up with for a year, I’m not surprised. Every time a storm hits, half of our class runs to the windows to watch the rain fall, and when it snows ten feet all they have to hear about is us complaining about no snow days. Yeah, that’s what goes on in our classes. Personally, I know that some teachers had to put up with more than others. One good example is the constant meows and paper throwing that occurred daily in Calculus Class. I will forever remember all of Mrs. Scherer’s quotes and sayings, such as “open circles”, “finding the derivative of the sinusoidal wave”, or “ding, ding, ding.” Despite all of the assignments in that class, we got to do some pretty fun stuff. She even stood back and allowed us to flaunt our speedos during the calc river trip. Another teacher that has had to endure a lot of our grade’s caca would be Senora Peterson. Whether it be us boycotting assignments, or us imitating her “Oh you guys! C’mon, sit down!”, she kept working with us and urging us not to use online translators. Which I can honestly say, I still use Goggle translate 60% of the time. In reality, the teachers and the staff deserve immense credit for steering us down the right path all these years. Half of our successes belong to all of you.
Now, onto my classmates. This may be more serious. Hello. How about that ride in? It was a long thirteen years, but we finally made it. Though we may have given a few of our teachers some extra gray hairs over the past few years, and we are probably one of the worst procrastinating classes to walk through these halls. we haven’t been all bad .... we may have been rowdier than the average bunch in the classroom, but the class of 2012 has also accomplished many things. I don’t know if I was the only one this year, but as a senior I felt a lot of pressure on our class to step up to the plate. I felt as though we were looked at as underdogs coming into the year, and this was going to be a rebuilding year as far as activities go, however, that has not been the case. With multiple medals individually at the state level, and all of the team championships that were won in both conference and districts, I think we were able to prove to a lot of people that we had what it takes. Personally I was involved in just about every extracurricular activity there is, and even though I did not have a lot of free time, I wouldn’t trade making those memories for anything in the world. I am so proud to say I am a graduate of the 2012 class at Gothenburg High School. There are so many of you sitting in front of me that have made a huge impact on my life, that it seems a little unreal that this will be the last time we are all together. I have a quote here from Robert F. Kennedy ... “Each time a person stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others ... he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.” Let’s go put our mark on the world class of 2012 ...it’s our time.
Kerry McPheeters/Josh Clark
Editor’s note: Bold type—McPheeters; regular type—Clark; McPheeters/Clark—underline.
Well, as King Henry VIII said to each of his wives, we won’t keep you long. There comes a time in a man’s life when he realizes just what the events of the past mean to him. We’re not there yet. Unfortunately, we were told that we’re obligated to speak about that kind of stuff. We apologize in advance. Over the course of the next several minutes you may find yourself inspired…or perhaps not. Now that the disclaimers are through, let’s take a walk through the last 18 years of our lives. On January 18, 1994, Kerryus Scottus McPheeterus was born.
This isn’t a biography.
Right. August, 1999. A long time ago, in an elementary room far, far away ... The class of 2012 stepped through the doors of Dudley Elementary. We laid eyes on each other for the first time. The new motivation for life became recess, inducing manic coloring sessions that ended up looking like a mix between an Icelandic prairie and a cat’s digestive tract in hopes of heading outside early. The only other noteworthy event in the next 6 years was a trip to Halsey National Forest.
Junior High. We began to dismiss the idea that girls were- in fact - ogres, and might be of interest. You remember, right?
I erased all memories of those two years.
High School. Where does One even begin? Band camp, running on Willow Road, band practice, pickleball, band class, Algebra, band concerts, El Clase De Espanol, band uniforms, maybe it’s “La” clase de espanol…, high school football, and a new cafeteria! We were told in the gentlest way possible that unless we kicked our little rear ends in gear, we were going to be failures. Evidently, this made such a huge impact on our class, that we felt it necessary to buy Mr. Evans a lifetime supply of Diet Coke. You didn’t know that? Well, we’re kidding. But, you know, life was and is hard. It’s kind of like a box of chocolates; sometimes it melts, and sometimes—with a place like Gothenburg to call home—life can be really sweet. What’s awesome about this school is the caliber of teachers and administrators that truly care about the students and their education. What’s awesome about this school is the pride shown in every activity, every hallway, and every scrap of talent in the class of 2012. Mr. Evans can attest that we did not, in fact, prove those right who wrote our class off freshman year. That little talk worked. Look at your graduates. You see the same thing as us. The only difference between the world and Kerry and myself is that we see the extraordinarily talented and bright people in front of you as good friends. I mean, come on, we knew we’d be stuck with this group for quite a few years. It’s been a great “quite a few years.” Trey’s crying, it’s time to wrap this up.
To conclude, we’d like to leave you all with a few fine words of inspiration. “Your families are extremely proud of you. You can’t imagine the sense of relief they are experiencing. This would be a most opportune time to ask for money.” “Graduation doesn’t matter, unless you don’t do it.” “The grass is not, in fact, always greener on the other side of the fence. Fences have nothing to do with it. The grass is greenest where it is watered.” “You cannot get to the top by sitting on your bottom.”
Hope you all wrote those down. I’m not repeating them. We are—as is roughly translated from espanol—your valedictorianentes. You’re welcome, Senora. And we’d like to thank every one of you for bothering to show up today…and bothering to care about us. Because before we became what we are today, we were small screaming children. And I was chubby.
Well, I’m Kerry, and I’m Josh, and we approve this massage.
You spelled “message’” like “massage.”
We approve this message. Thank you.
Time. It has been given to us to complete tasks and meet goals. Some has been wasted while some has been used wisely.
Our time here is done.
Before we move ahead, it is—
Time to say thank you.
Teachers and administration, you have brought us to this point—thank you.
Coaches, for the extra time spent and the character development—thank you.
Parents, it may have seemed like an impossible task at times —thank you.
Family and friends, together we made it possible—thank you.
Being a member of the Gothenburg Community, fills me with pride—thank you.
This sound is game over. Our time here has run out.
The Swede fans have seen our...
Final race, basket, stroke and takedown.
Our last inning, serve, throw, vault and touchdown as the class of 2012.
The audiences have heard our...
Last song, speech, duet and performance here at GHS.
But we’re not finished. This is just the beginning of the second quarter of our lives. It is time to take what we have learned here at Gothenburg Public Schools and use it in the game of life.
- Lake Helen coming to life
- Dist. 20 state aid chopped
- Dawson County 4-H students return from trip East
- Rodeo, fun walk part of July 4 events
- Pony Express Re-ride gallops past Gothenburg
- Jack Ostergard part of Nebraska Sandhills Cowboy Hall of Fame
- Commissioners receive four bids for new culverts
- City council forced to go with gut over escaped dog