Born in the shadow of 9-11,
You were a beacon of light when the world seemed to have gone mad.
Parents worried what kind of world we were bringing you into
But your beautiful faces and new life gave us a glimmer of better things to come.
Something better, something pure as newborn life
Was exactly what we cried out for.
You are a generation that I believe has not yet found your strength
You’ve been inundated with media
And more news than any young person should ever be subjected too.
You suffer from anxiety like no other generation previous.
But you share a collective bond that most adults don’t understand…
An inside joke, that only your generation gets,
And that’s how you survive.
And now, when it’s time to graduate
And celebrate a culmination of twelve years of enduring tests and quizzes and failures and triumphs
Your ceremonies are hanging in the balance due to no fault of your own.
Yet another inside joke that you will carry with you and make the best of.
I can see your reunions now,
Complete with toilet paper streamers
Because you are survivors, whether you realize it or not.
Your wit will make you stronger
Your bonds will last a lifetime
Your sarcastic humor will keep you going
You don’t need a ceremony to tell you who you are
You don’t need pomp and circumstance, though you deserve every moment you can get.
You are the Class of 2020
And you will live in infamy.
You will tell your children stories that they will find hard to believe.
I pray this makes you stronger, bonds you together,
Makes you realize what’s important in life
Perhaps more than any generation before.
So, to the Class of 2020
I wish you all the best
May you feel the hope we have for you
That same hope we saw back in 2002
When we gazed upon your sweet faces
And knew it could only get better from here.