Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
	And sorry I could not travel both
	And be one traveller, long I stood
	And looked down one as far as I could
	To where it bent in the undergrowth;

	Then took the other, just as fair,
	And having perhaps the better claim,
	Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
	Though as for that, the passing there
	Had worn them really about the same,

	And both that morning equally lay
	In leaves no step had trodden black.
	Oh, I kept the first for another day!
	Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
	I doubted if I should ever come back.

	I shall be telling this with a sigh
	Somewhere ages and ages hence:
	Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
	I took the one less traveled by,
	And that has made all the difference.

Each one of us here can relate to this poem by Robert Frost.  We all made
the decision to come to this school; a fledgling in the field of
education, yet promising and bright.  Our decision has led us all to this
point.

At first glance, it might seem a difficult task to find something that
unifies this class.  It may appear impossible; how could a group of 60
students from different towns, backgrounds, religions, and ethnicities
have something in common, how could they have one thing to which they can
all relate?

It would be hard to find a person among us who could represent the entire
class.  Our class gets along well, but is there anyone here who embodies
the entire class, anyone who is an intersection of all the likes and
dislikes, hobbies, sports, activities, interests, and situtations of each
one us here?  I think not, but as different as we seem, as unique as we
are, there are four things that we share, that we will always share.  
These four things unify us, make one out of many.

Four things that no yearbook, no matter how large, can ever really
replace. Four things that no photos, no matter how rich in color, can take
the place of. Four things that no essays, no tests, no chapter outlines,
no study guides, no SAT review sessions, no AP crams can ever restore.

Rather, it is for us here today, to do our best to preserve these four
things, to keep them in our minds, and never let them go stale, never let
them decay. It is a sad truth that we will not always have each other;
people go their separate ways, lose touch, disappear.  But it is another
truth that we have had each other; that cannot be changed.  Our
experiences together bind us as a whole.  We cannot let these four things
go to waste, and I don't think we shall.  Each one of us will carry each
of these four things -- these four years we have spent together, growing,
sharing, and learning -- for all time.

And this bond is not just between us graduating today.  It is shared
between us and the faculty, as well as between us and the parents, and the
parents and the faculty.  Now, it's true that some of us who started this
journey, students and faculty and parents alike, did not make it to this
culmination, and it is for us to remember them as well; they shaped this
outcome... there are no bolts or nails or screws left over from this
project; each part was integral in putting us here on the stage today.

And now each of us gets to work on this project by ourselves.  The bond is
not gone, just tested.  Nothing can change these four years we've shared,
and they can only be built upon.  We all have to thank every one of you
for helping us get here today.  Your support and advice and guidance were
-- and will be -- invaluable.

Reflecting back on four years at the first of the Academies, there are few
things I haven't done here that I would have liked to have done.  But
there was always an abundance of friends, both students and faculty.  
There was always a hallway to lounge in and goof off in.  There was always
a project we had to finish -- maybe not always, but it seemed like it.

There will always be our four years -- it may not seem like it, but
always.