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So I guess I had planned to start a blog right after I graduated from college as an online portfolio for my writing, a “man I hope I get into grad school” sort of thing, but then I spent an entire year watching “Veronica Mars” DVDs and working a (pretty cool, admittedly) low-paying tutoring job while I figured my stuff out. The graduate school thing turned out to be a bust because I guess getting into a graduate program for creative writing is really hard, especially if one is as lazy and unmotivated as I am; I figured it would be pretty crappy if my Plan B was something lame, so I applied for and was offered a job teaching English to Japanese children and preteens, and my ideas for my “wacky grad student hijinks!” blog segued nicely into a “wacky teaching English in Japan hijinks!” blog with some occasional very frequently occurring entries where I would focus less on talking about Japan and the teaching therein, and more on complaining about the government and things people do that are irritating to me.

So here we all are. The name of this site is “Worse Than Coleslaw” because coleslaw is just about the worst thing there is. The title is somewhat optimistic by suggesting that, in a world where the most terrible thing conceivable already exists, the condition of the world can only improve; but the title is also pessimistic in that it implicitly acknowledges the possibility of something being even worse than the worst thing. Hope and despair in one convenient package.

I figured the best way to start things off was to reprint the speech I gave at my college graduation as Senior Class Orator, and go from there. It’s been a year, but I’m finally trying to follow my own advice.

Senior Orator Speech, 2007

If you’ve never written a graduation commencement speech, what most people tell you is to always open with a quote.

I’m not an expert in the construction of these kinds of speeches, but I’ve been around enough to have noticed that generally they fall into two structural approaches that pretty much every student graduation speaker I’ve ever heard has adhered to very closely. The first is the traditional approach, where the speaker opens with a quote from George Washington or Thomas Jefferson or Voltaire or some other big name in Western philosophical thought. This approach hasn’t actually been entertaining or particularly moving since about 1963. In the second structural approach, the speakers do a kind of post-modern thing where they complain about how they’re supposed to use a quote from one of those aforementioned stuffy, un-cool, old-school establishment type guys, and—since they assure us that they are edgy, rebellious, free-spirited individuals—they give pretty much the same speech, only they quote Bob Dylan or Jerry Garcia instead, and this is supposed to be like their idea of really stickin’ it to the Man.

I’ve decided to try and avoid that trap entirely by not quoting anyone at all. You’re all smart people. I’m not going to insult your intelligence by getting up here at your college graduation and giving you a graduation speech that sounds like someone generated it out of a template in Microsoft Word. You’ve already heard that speech a million times, could hear it at any college or high school in the country. Hey, this is COLLEGE UNIVERSITY. We have more elevated standards here, coming as we do from the legacy of our Jesuit education. Do you think Ignatius of Loyola—he’s the guy who founded the Society of Jesus, for those of you just joining us—do you think he would have gotten up here and been content to spout some trite, platitudinous nonsense? No, of course he wouldn’t do that—and not just because he’s dead. He wouldn’t try to pull that kind of thing because he’s St. Ignatius. He doesn’t quote people, people quote him. I’m just trying to live up to his good example, because I think the world would be a much better place if we all tried to find our own words to describe the things we are actually feeling rather than relying on the words of others to describe how we think we are supposed to feel.

Here’s the thing: Thomas Jefferson is dead, and he has nothing at all to say about our lives or what it means to me to be standing up here and talking to you today. What could he have to say that could possibly hope to begin to describe what all of us are feeling now, the complex, bittersweet ambivalence that characterizes such an occasion? This moment is very precious, and we’ve come too far and worked too hard to waste this truly excellent moment on prepackaged emotions and sentiments assembled in a factory sweatshop.

This college graduation thing is, after all, kind of a big deal, to the point of being almost miraculous. I wouldn’t normally presume to speak for any of you, but, as the Powers That Be were quick to remind me, that is kind of what you all voted me up here for, so I don’t have to feel too bad about that. For me at least, I can say with quite a bit of confidence that the four years I’ve spent at COLLEGE has been the greatest time of my entire life. It meant so much more to me than just a way to increase my future earning potential. In the time I spent at COLLEGE, I went from being that weird kid in the corner to being an actual, viable human being. This school was where I emerged from the shell I’d been in my entire life, where I made some friends who I really love and respect and admire, and had classes with some awesome teachers and expanded my understanding of myself and the world around me. And what could Oscar Wilde possibly have to say about how cool it was to go to a school that was so small that I could actually go to the houses of my professors, to eat dinner at Dr. ENGLISH’s place or drink wine with my fellow English majors at Dr. ENGLISH ALSO’s house, or have Dr. SCIENCE give a bunch of us tarot card readings on the coffee table in her living room?

It hasn’t been all peace, love, and happiness. We’ve seen some pretty heinous stuff these last few years: two major hurricanes, the death of a much-beloved teacher—Dr. CHEMISTRY, who I didn’t know very well, but he liked my newspaper column, which was enough to make him cool in my book. We’ve gotten less sleep than is perhaps recommended by conventional medical wisdom, and have dealt with plenty of personal crises of the small and large varieties. And there are plenty of things that I will not miss: for example, I will not miss driving on the roads in THE CITY, which are terrible—all those intersections that empty into other intersections and stoplights every five feet and those darn service roads that I still can’t quite figure out and all the crazy drivers who seem to become more incompetent as the roads become more convoluted. But do you think Sophocles has anything to say that could possibly console us in our grief and discomfort and annoyance?

Still, in a way all that bad stuff kind of adds to the charm, like. Or maybe it’s better to say that it contrasts with the good stuff and makes the good stuff seem that much better. Even things that used to really bother me seem kind of endearing at this point—all the weird smells in the dorms, or that disconcerting blur effect that affects your vision when you go without sleep for too long. And even all the HUGE. EMOTIONAL. DRAMA. was actually, for me at least, just starting to get interesting, after, kind of, evolving past the “Lifetime Original Movie” type petty underclassman nonsense into some really epic, Shakespearean type tales of love and betrayal and scorn. Heck, I’ll probably even miss that crazy genderless statue.

Now, as the Everyman (and woman!) of our graduating class—and not just of the undergraduates, but the graduate and Lifelong Learning students as well, shout at to all those folks—it’s my job to give you a proper sendoff, a sort of warcry “HOO-ah!” Army kind of thing to encapsulate your experience here while inspiring you to go forth, onward and upward, to do great works with the knowledge you’ve been given. Honestly, I’m not sure I’m up to that task.

All I can say is, you worked hard to get this far. Don’t screw it up by being stupid, and don’t waste it by doing anything with your life that isn’t completely and utterly amazing. Let’s be a generation that constructs our own words, that doesn’t just settle for whatever’s already on the books to get us off and get us by. There’s plenty in this world that needs fixing, and it would be oh so lame if after four years of struggle we all just sat around watching teevee and drinking and becoming jaded, uninteresting, overweight nobodies who use other people’s words to justify all the dumb things they do. Your new lives are just beginning, so be sure to make the most of this amazing achievement.

Anyways, I’d better wrap this up. I’d stay longer, but it’s really hot, and I have to move out of my apartment by five o’clock or I’ll get fined. I love you all. Thank you, and God bless.