Days gone by...

Wow. Life is so full of little suprises and bursts of happy memories. Today, I was going through all of my drawers full of papers and bills and flyers and all kinds of things. Cleaning and getting everything in order for move-out. I came across a stack of my writing from high school. In it, I found my Farewell Speech. My junior year, I enrolled in a speech class offered by one of the best teachers, and people, a queer kid from a second-rate homophobic public school could wish to know. Mrs. Wignall. She made it so easy to be comfortable. She tought here class accordingly. She didn't teach how to give speeches. She tought us how to grow as people. I think she's been one of the best and biggest influences on my life. I can't believe that I'd almost forgotten her, but more importantly, that class. I think it's someone's way of pointing out my own subconsious to me that I came across this speech at this time. I've put it behind a cut tag, because it's kind of long. The guidelines for the speech were simple. It was our last one. What did we want to say to the class for the last time? ( This is what I said: )