Graduation Speech : Elementary School

I have been going to school since I was four years old and, that means that I have been attending school twenty to twenty two years, including kindergarten, middle school, high school and now college. As every student, I had my ups and downs in school; I had some failures and some successes. One of the failures that affected me the most and that I will always remember was the time that I was in high school during my junior year. I failed almost all my classes and, I only passed two classes and with a C. In the other hand I had some really good success. The most recent one and the one that I am still happy about is getting my Family Development Credential. We learn from our mistakes and also from our successes, these two times in my life

As a child, I always loved school. Sometimes I struggled with the work but I managed to pull through. As I got older and attended middle school I struggled the most with my classwork, I didn’t think I was going to make it because of my grades, I didn’t think any high school would take me. Whenever I step foot into the classroom I always thought to myself, I’m never going to understand the work I’m never going to learn this, but then I realized grades don’t define who I am. I’m more than a letter grade. 8th grade graduation arrived, I was the only one who didn’t receive an award. During the ceremony I felt ashamed, I felt like I could’ve done better and I know I could have. I felt like I let my parents down. But that ceremony opened my eyes, I knew I was smart and I knew I had the potential to learn and expand my education. Freshman year of high school came. I was nervous, I thought I was going to fall back into the same place I was in. I proved myself wrong. All year I studied hard, up long nights, I received tutoring my freshmen year, and I maintained a 3.5 GPA throughout my high school career.

Tonight since it was my last time working with Keily, I told keily that today she could pick the game that we played today, but I told her it had to be math related. Of coarse, the first couple games that she wanted to play were not math related at all, but the she asked if we could play a card game. After observing in a kindergarden classroom last semester and looking at Pintrest from time to time, I drew from my previous knowledge to think of a card game that we could play that would relate to math. The first game that popped into my head was the card game war, but this was a modified version of the game. Instead of the regular war game, we would play addition wars. I told keily that in this card game we would split the deck of cards between

You walk in scanning the badge I gave you the night before you go up the stairs and look no one sees you . walking up to the room I told you about you go in and lock the door , in the middle of the room you see an abandon desk. in the corner is filing cabinet and there a door on the left side

Throughout life people go through so many adversities. Whether it be good or bad there is always something that arises out of the situation. One of the most thrilling, but yet frightening events to take place throughout someone’s life would be graduation. For many people, graduating from high school is an objective. It takes a lot of time, effort, and determination to accomplish that goal. For others graduation is the end of high school, and the beginning of a new chapter in life. When graduated people feel as if adulthood has begun. In the long run, graduating opens a lot of opportunities for people to thrive.

To begin, I attended Borel Middle School in San Mateo, Ca. The first year was really hard because I was in sixth grade and didn’t really know anyone but my friends that I went to Elementary School with. All throughout my three years at Borel I strongly believe that I would be going to Aragon High School. My final year at Borel was the worst year of school in my life! Most of my teacher were expecting us to do a minimum of at least three hours of homework every night. I would never have time to do anything with my family, even on the weekends I would spend at least an hour of doing homework. Then I would have to study for at least three or more tests a week. I never had any time to enjoy my life. Thats when I started to hate school. I would wake up and never want to go. I would be paranoid that I did not do something or get something wrong and the teachers would yell at me. The only teacher that I loved being with my my spainish teacher, Mrs. Pietri. We had the best relationship ever! Everyday at lunch I would go to her class and help her out with anything and just hang out with her. I would tell her all of my struggles and she would try to help me through them all. So then by the end of the year, teachers started to attack us with work. On the last week of school I had to write a paper on this topic and it was worth half of my grade so I could not mess up on that project. Even during winter break and spring break I had things to do. I hated school. But then as the year

Similar to all of mankind, I have experienced many failures; however, no failure has impacted my life more than the one that occurred throughout my transition into high school. Before entering a private high school, I had received my early education from public schooling. Throughout my time in a public elementary and middle school, my thirst for knowledge was quenched and I had excelled in all of my classes. As middle school was ending, my family and I searched for a high school education that would continue to quench my thirst for knowledge; however, the public high school in my area did not meet my expectations for education. As

By sixth grade, I never wanted to talk to anyone. I was too afraid of what everyone thought of me. The only time I was truly comfortable was when I was alone. My escape became working through perplexing math problems. Although I was not skilled at math, it was the only activity I thought I could do without being judged. At the same time, I was doing my best to “fit in.” I was trying so hard to be someone I was not, someone that was “hip” and “cool.” My aim to standardize myself left me unhappy with whom I was. I had earned the respect of my teachers and peers, yet I failed to impress myself. This “strive for society’s perfection” left me unsatisfied and even more conscious of my self-image than

I didn’t have many friends or teachers that I liked and being at home was no better than being at school. I was just unhappy with where I was mentally and I had absolutely no idea what put me there. I used to freak out. I left almost every one of my classes for no reason almost every day. I didn’t always have to be having a bad day, sometimes a flip inside of me just switched and I was gone. I wasn’t myself when I was attending Monrovia high school. I was constantly battling my father because I didn’t want to go to school most days and he tried so hard, but he didn’t know what to do. I got to the point where I was filled with so much anxiety during the day that I couldn’t complete simple assignments. I was so angry with myself and the rest of the world. But why? I couldn’t tell you. I told my father I would like to be put on independent study. At first, he told me no. but I fought for it. I knew I would do better and I would stop fucking up my education that I always knew I needed so badly. By Junior year, I was starting school at Mountain Park. I found out that I could graduate early and since then I’ve been working towards it. I’ve learned a lot more on my own than I ever did sitting in a classroom. It’s my senior year and I only have one class left. I’m finally making myself proud, how I always swore I would. I never thought I’d make it this far but I never gave up. Something that I feel

I always thought to myself, “I’m never going to pass this test,” “Why do my friends lie to me? They know I’m far from pretty,” or “Am I ever going to be happy?” I had an immense amount of self-doubt throughout ninth grade, having a first boyfriend, when tenth grade began, and sometimes this year I self-doubt myself. I always hurt myself, I never thought anybody can ever like me, or be friends with me, I always criticized myself with loathe. I never realized this until one of my favorite teachers, spoke highly of me in a way I’ve never been told. She said with kindness, “Natalia, you doubt yourself too much, you come to school every day on time and you go to the Metro bus, you do all your work on time, and you get grades. You’re a better student than you think.” That was when I started to look at things from different perspectives, I’m a role model to my sister, my grandma and parents are extremely proud of me, and all my true friends have shown me love and friendship is like. Just thinking about all those important factors in my life made me realize that I needed to look at things more positively and depend on others for

According to a report from Thomas Nelson Community College website, 15.7 percent is the graduation rate in 2010. 84 percent of students failed to receive their degree. That’s beyond sad. College can be difficulty especially with everyday life is getting harder to main family life work and financials. Because college is challenging, I know that I have issues that I must overcome. I told myself the more patient 's I have the better success I will have. Although college will be difficult my goal is to gain the knowledge. I need to improve through my life challenges so that I won 't end up a statistic.

I remember seventh grade like it was yesterday. Everything was falling into place. I was happy with my life, had a strong relationship with God, and was content with where I was headed. My elementary and middle school years were just like any other Catholic school student. My schedule consisted of going to school, attending church, a sports practice, and then completing homework like everyone else. It wasn’t until eighth grade, where I was uprooted from that cookie cutter lifestyle, that I was actually challenged and pushed harder to be the best person possible, and to overcome the diversity and influences that I faced in the public school setting.

Throughout high school, I worked a part-time job, took care of my siblings, and tried to achieve the best grades possible. As I struggled through these troubled times, I seldom thought about college. I just wanted to be the first in my family to graduate from high school. However, Mr. Jones, my tenth grade biology teacher, encouraged me to consider going to college. As I began my senior year, he called me into his office to make me aware of the application process not only for colleges but also the various scholarship offers and grants available to me. Because of his efforts, I will be stepping onto the campus of Old Dominion University in August 2012 after winning a scholarship. Because my scholarship does not provide spending money and I must maintain a grade point average of 3.2, my path over the next few months will be a balancing act as I work to save money for spending, study to make certain I am ready for classes, and spend as much time as possible with my family before I leave home.

I had always done really well in school. High school I managed a 4.0 all four years. Not that this was any major feat for me. I didn’t even have to try. Show up to class, take some notes, and then pass all the tests with flying colors. I do have to thank high school for making school seem so incredibly easy, and for it making me think I was smart without even trying. Heading into college I thought I would ace though all of my classes no problem. Unfortunately, that was not the case.

Your educational path has been set out for you since before you even were entered into it. First, you were preparing for preschool, preschool prepared you for kindergarten, kindergarten prepared you for elementary school, elementary school prepared you for middle school, middle school prepared you for high school, and high school is supposed to prepare you for college. But, ask the majority of high school seniors right now and they’ll more than likely tell you they’re not feeling very ready for college. High school is known as college preparation, but it is actually nothing like it. High school has teachers who are more worried about standardized test scores than anything else, starts at 8:25 when studies show students shouldn’t even be awake then, sets your 7.5 hour block of classes without breaks, and only gives you a week of vacation at most. Whereas college does just about none of these things.