Essay about 8th grade graduation speech

When I was younger, I would often return home to a familiar question: So, what did you learn today? My answer would always be "nothing" or "stuff." As I look back, I never lied, yet, I never told the whole truth. Many people think that you don't know anything with only 18 years of experience; I think they're wrong. I've learned a lot about myself and others from the relationships I have built throughout the years. I believe my most important lessons were "people" lessons. Those are the ones which could never be taught out of a book or in a lecture; you have to go out and experience them for yourself.

Dear administrators, teachers, parents, beloved friends, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 8th grade graduation. It’s a pleasure to be standing in front of you today on this beautiful day to express the happiness we all feel.

WOW! So much has happened since June. The SV FFA and ag department had a rough start to our year losing three of our students who were on the FFA officer team to other schools. Even with this bump in the road, the four officers that remained visited Mt. Shasta City and had a blast bonding and learning more about each other at their officer retreat in August. Once school started we found three new officers and attended COLC (Chapter Officer Leadership Conference) where the entire team learned about their diverse leadership styles and were able to bond together as the official Surprise Valley FFA Chapter Officer Team for the 2017-2018 school year. If you see them around, congratulate President Cindy Hinze, V.P. Maddison Seely, Secretary Maya

The fifth grade school year ended very quickly, Mrs.Cullen retired, and my classmates and I moved on to the next chapter of our lifes, sixth grade. As the next school year arrived, I went about sixth grade the same way I had started about fifth grade, I had a ton of friends in my class, and I thought that sixth grade would be a walk in the park. My advisor was Mr.Ferry, and having to write about 1000 times I will not disrupt class, I finally began to approach sixth grade in a different way. In sixth grade I learned the importance of mindfulness, and doing what I loved from

But I excelled in the class, and I felt like I really could succeed in the one subject I had always dreaded. Even today, I fall back on the year that I learned I could succeed. I took theater that year. I had so much fun in the class, and I learned about Jaguar Players, something that would become really important later on. I also joined STEAM, and I got accepted into NJHS as well. The months flew by, and I finally settled into my new life in Arizona. Sixth grade was a really important time for me to build a solid foundation, academically and socially. I took advantage of the “pod-like” structure to secure my place in the middle school environment.

Soon enough preschool was over and here came our elementary school days. Everyone met many people in kindergarten. Many will be my friends throughout high school and beyond. Kindergarten was filled with arts and crafts, my portfolio, 2008 handprints, and stamped tee shirts. Suddenly kindergarten graduation was here, everyone was paired up and danced with a partner. First grade flew by and then came second grade with Ms. Foisy and Ms. Okabioshi. Ms. Okabioshi was one of the best teacher assistance we have ever had. Third and fourth grade with Mrs. Schuler and Ms. Ittes. These years were filled with warm fuzzies, a lot of reading and writing, and a lot of fun playing on the playground. The class watched Shilo and everyone hated the evil father. After that came fifth grade with Mr. Sifferman, also known as Millie’s cousin, he gave the hardest tests we have ever taken, but the most fun and memorable times we have had. After that year many people changed schools, I moved to California.

Eighth Graders are the leaders of the Middle School. This is the year the Class of 2022 makes their mark on the Middle School and moves up to the High School. It is an important year filled with tons of activities, such as the Shabbaton at Camp Lantern Creek, the annual spring trip to Washington, DC and the final “Promotion" into high school. Maya Cortez says, “We have become very close over the last three years, and have truly created a tight-knit community. With these new experiences, I enjoyed my last year of Middle School and look forward to the next four years of High School.”

Now it is finally my eight grade year. My eight grade year has been pretty good so far with its ups and its down, but for the most part it’s good. Right when I came back from summer break I can tell that eight grade was going to be a lot more difficult of a task than seventh grade was. And the teachers also made sure to inform us about it too. Like there is going to be a lot more projects, a lot more homework, they are going to be more tough on us because it’s our last year hear. Kind of like, we were seniors.

Beginning fifth grade was scary, yet exciting because everything was set up differently and Eureka combined with Goodfield and Congerville, so there were many students I did not know. The most exciting part was that we went to a different class for each subject, and we were assigned lockers, which no one

Sixth grade was a transition from a senior of lower school to a pre-k in middle school. I have been at Lake Mary Prep since I was in junior academy in 2005, but the school was first built in 1999. Through my years at LMP, fifth grade was hands down my favorite grade, but when I entered sixth grade everything changed.

Besides Carter and me, first grade had nine other kids, and second grade had a total of ten. We shared a classroom, as the other grades did. With my birthday in the middle of April, I was the youngest in our grade, and so was in the classroom—not a spectacular feat, but it certainly irritated me whenever someone thought they could tell me what to do. Of course, Carter, who’s exactly eight months older than me and was the oldest in our grade, would come to my aid. Because of Carter, I survived elementary school… but not entirely

Ninth grade came and of course I was there, playing a townsperson in, “The Wiz.” That year I grew really close to my directors and more of my classmates, as we “Eased on down the road,” to opening night. Once again the blinding lights, the cheerful audience, the music playing through the auditorium, and standing ovation at the end was something I will never forget. Although that cast had its fights, but so do families. The end of that year, I thought my whole world was tumbling down.

Well, this is it, the day all of us have been waiting for has finally arrived. It seems like only yesterday we were picking our noses and flicking them at innocent bystanders or yelling childish phrases like, "Liar, liar, pants on fire!" or, wait, that was yesterday. Never mind. Anyways.

Well, this is it. Our last night. The last page of the scrapbook we call high school. Our scrapbooks are filled with memories from the first day we walked into these halls ... to this very night. Pictures crammed in, ticket stubs nestled between them, adorned by dried corsages and newspaper clippings, yellowed with every fond recollection.

Middle school was the start for the many challenging years yet to come. Extremely quickly, I