The Academy of Bothuwai auditorium was packed. The room was filled with students, teachers, parents, and the officials here and there. Rumor had it that a high official of the Confederacy was somewhere in this room, overseeing the event. Although he chuckled about it, and his smile never faltered, he was, admittedly, nervous. The floor was his tonight. Even if the Archon herself showed. The schedule was as long as he went. Slowly stepping out of the shadows of backstage, he limped to the podium.
"This is the word that year by year,
While in her place the School is set,
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
Bear through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind-
Play up! Play up! And play the game!
"My friends, in our lives, we reach many times when we stand at the crossroads. The student's here know one, after our first year here: We choose what to learn. In the end, who you are depends on which path you take. In here are lawyers and soldiers, doctors and future Templars, the future of the Confederacy. But that is not everything. We students aren't the only ones here. And I'll get back to my peers in a moment.
"First off, to our teachers. You, are amazing" A few cheers from them in the room, which drew some laughs. "I mean, you put up with us. What more proof do you need? But in all honesty, you are one of the most important people in here. Why? Because you have trained up new workers, New citizens, who do what needs done. You have passed the torch down, giving us the light to carry. Thank you.
"Secondly, to the scattered parents in here. You have brought us here, though the thick and thin, and still cared enough about us to send us on to be who we are today. You have passed a torch yourself, but not the same as the one our teachers did. For your torch is by example, not knowledge.
"Finaly, the students. We must carry our torch with pride, and then pass it on. We have an obligation to keep the flame alive. And, in the end, we all must pass it on. Be ready, but most of all: Have a good run, whatever you do." He hobbled offstage to thunderous applause. This would be a good day. Now, if that official had his reply from the Viceroyality office, he would be happy.
"This is the word that year by year,
While in her place the School is set,
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
Bear through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind-
Play up! Play up! And play the game!
"My friends, in our lives, we reach many times when we stand at the crossroads. The student's here know one, after our first year here: We choose what to learn. In the end, who you are depends on which path you take. In here are lawyers and soldiers, doctors and future Templars, the future of the Confederacy. But that is not everything. We students aren't the only ones here. And I'll get back to my peers in a moment.
"First off, to our teachers. You, are amazing" A few cheers from them in the room, which drew some laughs. "I mean, you put up with us. What more proof do you need? But in all honesty, you are one of the most important people in here. Why? Because you have trained up new workers, New citizens, who do what needs done. You have passed the torch down, giving us the light to carry. Thank you.
"Secondly, to the scattered parents in here. You have brought us here, though the thick and thin, and still cared enough about us to send us on to be who we are today. You have passed a torch yourself, but not the same as the one our teachers did. For your torch is by example, not knowledge.
"Finaly, the students. We must carry our torch with pride, and then pass it on. We have an obligation to keep the flame alive. And, in the end, we all must pass it on. Be ready, but most of all: Have a good run, whatever you do." He hobbled offstage to thunderous applause. This would be a good day. Now, if that official had his reply from the Viceroyality office, he would be happy.