Each year, seniors and postgraduates at Shattuck-St. Mary’s School deliver a speech to their peers on a topic of their choosing in the Newhall Auditorium. Often equal parts clever and moving, emotional and personal, each speech offers a glimpse into the lives, experiences, struggles, and triumphs of SSM seniors.
Throughout the 2018-19 school year, we will share these speeches with the SSM community and hope that you enjoy the humor, wisdom, and powerful reflections conveyed by our senior students.
The best part of my life is having a brother. If you’re my friend, you know I always talk about him. He is my half-brother, and he is ten years older than I am. Before I was born, his parents separated. When his mother married my father, he finally had a complete home again. And then I came along.
People think that only children of the same age fight with each other, but that’s not true of us. When I was little, we always fought. We used everything we could get our hands on, including umbrellas and chairs. I won all the time. I was proud of my victories. What I didn’t know was that he never fought with me seriously. He always humored me because I was his little sister.
At the age of eight, I did something I really regretted. It was an unusual day. We fought much harder than usual. I can barely remember why we fought, but I remember I said the most hurtful words to him. I said, “You don’t belong to this family, get out.” This must have made him very sad, but he didn’t blame me. Even though my father was always very nice to him, there was still a scar in his heart. It made me feel so guilty. Even now, I often ask myself how could I say that to him? Since then, I never fought with him again. I began to learn to control my temper and to care for him in my own way.
Since I came to America, we see each other less and less. I really cherish and enjoy the little time I spend with him. We talk about everything: games, music, movies, my studies, and his work. I often complain to him about school, and he likes to complain about his boss. We also talk about food. We like to introduce each other to great restaurants, and then we go and eat together.
And whenever we meet, we still like to argue. Sometimes we are so noisy that my mom has to ask, “Is it interesting for you guys to argue like that?” Of course, the answer for both of us is definitely yes. Actually, we love it. I think it’s the happiest way for us to get along.
Although my brother doesn’t make much money, he always buys me the stuff I want. Although he doesn’t have much break time, he always uses it to pick me up from the airport. Maybe he is not the smartest and gentlest brother, but for me, he is the best. Besides my parents, he is the most important person in the world. I’ve never told him this, just like he’s never told me, either. But I know we love each other.
Thank you, mom, for bringing my dearest brother to me. Thank you, dad, for giving him the same love as you give to me. And thank you, brother, for always being by my side and helping me get through all life’s difficulties. I love you guys.