 Just as this one once was the scene of many, many battles for control of this, our island, through so often it remains a war zone for intellectual development and progress. This is our march of victory. Calculations, strategy, and the grace of the Almighty have brought us in. To paraphrase the words of the great Captain Mothius in the Matrix Relude, tonight is not an accident, there are no accidents. We have not come here by chance and do not believe in chance. When I see you, luminous gradients, distinguished guests, proud parents and lecturers, I do not see coincidence, I see providence, I see progress. The complexity of individuality posed a unique burden, my colleagues. That of commencing this address with the description of this college, which may seem like biblical truth to you, yet simultaneously a blatant lie to you, for to you, my fellow graduate. SCLCC is a radiant castle, perched on this glorious hilltop, with breath-taking views. We're on this lush, green campus. We were all one big happy family, basking in the serenity of the big trees and the melodious birds taking shelter in their foliage. Right. To you, however, my fellow graduate, SCLCC is nothing more than a collection of demarcitated and semi-modern buildings. And fortunately situated on this boring hilltop, a place where you were surrounded by vicious, self-righteous people who were so eager to fight and die. We're on this grassy, jungle-like campus, annoying noisy blackboards so artistically decorated our favorite ranch table or kiosk with their generous droppings. Whatever it was, we were here. And after that intricate blend of pleasure and pain, which is life at Sa'athu, we can derive peace in exclaiming those sweet, divine words it is finished. And what of those pleasurable moments at Sa'athu? Are they really over? We can't forget those long hours of constructive conversation in the kiosk at the lunch tables in empty classrooms. What of those rare occasions of joy which we forced ourselves to endure amidst the comforting piles of work which caresses us? Do you remember, my fellow graduates, those cold, dark rainy days when campus was enshrouded in a veil of mist? When visibility was poor and we huddled together purely for one, what of that glorious day when all eyes were fixed on the hill around the south? When some of us were content with natural explanation for this phenomenon while others fontically claimed it a miracle? Were you fortunate enough to experience the tranquility induced by watching a sunset from campus, or by taking in the view from OTW? So those dedicated patrons of ours who could always have been found in the vicinity of the cafeteria, at whatever odd hour your presence will be truly missed. We will remember the exciting interhouse competitions, especially the track and field events at the Mendofili Park. Let me assure you, my fellow graduates, no matter what distorted picture statistics may paint, Walker House is indeed the number one house. We shall never forget those friendships which were established, especially those which blossomed beyond partnership. Whatever your division, you make powerful lifelong memories of Sir Arthur. By merit of being who you are, my fellow graduates, your departure has created a permanent void in this institution. Nothing will ever take your place. It takes the right amount of salt to effect a scrumptious dish as we all know. And our brief time here was not without its several moments. Far from nights of endless pleasure, were those sleepless, frustrating nights of last-minute study and completing assignments. Those weekends which never came and festivities foregone for the greater good of academic excellence. I had a night of a level having a little something that would take care of life. Then there were those dedicated lecturers who treated the subject as though it were the only subject and who indiscriminately furnished us with overburdening assignments at the expense of our other courses. There were those going days of judgment when time stood still, when months of accumulating knowledge were summed up into minutes of agony and despair, a tragedy most commonly referred to as an exile. Some of us better than others will remember SCNCC's lessons in humility, lessons such as our endurance of leaking roofs, outdated equipment and even mosquito-infested classrooms, it's true. Lessons, my fellow graduands, which continue to this very night, for have you taken the time to appreciate that we, graduands of the highest institution of living on this island, are graduating in a parking lot. At the end, at the end, my fellow graduands, through our dedication and discipline, were judged worthy to be there, but we remember our friends who fell along the way. As filming of our Victorian of 2001 stated, anyone can pursue, but it takes the dedicated to persist. The dark vaults of Sir Arthur hold countless steels of friendship stated, of sweethearts separated, of time wasted, but our names will forever be engraved and it's always of light, of hope, of excellence. We do not stand in the hallways of Sir Arthur alone, my fellow graduands, but are surrounded by those whose love, dedication and service have brought us here. To our beloved parents who have invested so much in us in so many ways, who sit in their shadows while we, your children shine, we say thank you, we love you. To our lecturers whose knowledge and charisma have been imparted to us, whose company we have enjoyed and who miss dearly, we say thank you and we love you. To our academic, administrative and ancillary staff who have given and those who continue to give of themselves, that this institution will forever remain in pursuit of excellence, we say thank you, we love you, goodbye. The myriads of challenges which confront us in everyday life provide fertile battleground for Congress. Conquests which will undoubtedly be facilitated by the skills which we have acquired during our brisk walk through this college. SCLCC has placed us steps closer to our lives' ambitions, qualifications nearer to our desired careers. We are now in a strategic position, capable of transforming the agricultural, business, education, health, hospitality and other diverse sectors of this, our peaceful, central society. Martin Luther King stated that peace is not nearly the absence of war, but the presence of justice. Let us go out, agricultures, businessmen and women, nurses, teachers, technicians, all of us, architects of society and bring to bear on all that we do principles of ethics, honesty and justice. Thousands of years ago when the most high god inspected man's first architectural masterpiece he cautiously exclaimed, let us go down and confuse the language of these men for there is nothing they cannot do that they put their minds to. Our potential is limited only by our imagination. There is nothing you cannot do that you put. My fellow graduates of 2005, as we go out into the world to realize our ambitions, be it a humble life or a lavish one, to serve our country or to satisfy ourselves, to live a conservative lifestyle or unfilled with facts and fun, let us, as the author has taught us so well, pursue them always through means of excellence. Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you.