Graduation Speech Letter From The University

Nine years ago, I never could have imagined I’d be writing this essay. I was a senior in high school, and, like the rest of my classmates, I was apprehensive about the future. Unlike my classmates, I felt like I had missed the proverbial “you need to get your life together” message. I watched my classmates apply to colleges, their majors already decided and their future careers mapped out. While I was an above average student, I felt I lacked the decisiveness my classmates seemed to have. I did not feel passionate about a career or even a field of study. I felt defective. This was compounded by the financial strain I knew attending college would have on my family. It seemed wasteful to try to “find my passion” at school while squandering

A. How many years have you been in school? How many of you ever thought that once I enter college that I will have a lot of freedom? Have you ever considered how much your life will change once you enter college?

In that summer prior to moving in the fall, I grew anxious and eager. My friends slowly began to move to their new colleges and I thought to myself “wow, this is really happening!” Unfortunately, my sister and I (we are twins) started school on the same day so our parents had to split up and take me to California and her to New York. My mom traveled with me and I remember us sitting in the airport waiting for our flight watching my last sunset, and she said “I am so happy for you. I know you will enjoy this.” I knew I would

Towards the end of my 8th grade year my mom told me that we would be moving again, but this time to a whole other state. Once again my heart dropped and I was devastated. I told my closest friends and they all cried with me. They threw me a little going away party and I hung out with my best friend from my old school before I left. I didn’t want to relive being the new kid again but I didn’t have much of a choice since I didn’t want to live with my

Knowing that I have been in 3 other Universities, I now understand why I am attending college. I have been lost in my last 3 schools, but I know what I want to obtain from university. It was a very difficult road, but I have gained a lot of experience from this. Because we all know that college is not for every one. It is in my gene to move forward to get a degree from my parents to my siblings to have gotten their degrees and also gone through medical school. But knowing my place, and understanding what I want through my criminal justice degree has now pushed me to my goal, and hopefully push me on the field to a new level that I have never experienced.

Ever since I was a little girl my parents have been saving and preparing themselves for the day they send me off to college. I have a long line of family members that graduated from Southern University. I knew for a fact that Southern was going to be the school of my choice. August 22, 2012 was the first day of my freshman year in high school. Once I entered high school the only thing I could think about my graduation and my matriculation at Southern. I couldn’t think of anything more stressful than transitioning from high school to college. When I was in middle school a lot of people told me about high school and how it was hard. The things they told me made me think going to high school would be a huge step, well it has nothing on college. No more depending on people, I have to get it on my own. Now that I am in college, I will be faced with many challenges that I will have to make the right choice about on my own.

To begin with, college has always been one of those things that I have wanted and just needed to do. I was unsure for the longest of how, what, or when it would happen but I knew

This was the beginning of the next part of my life. I began to question how I would make new friends after being around the same people for a majority of my life. At the time, I felt ill-prepared for this new chapter in my life, but I was confident in my ability to succeed. Days before I ventured into college, I looked at the photo I took of my diploma, and reminisced about the memories throughout my high school

I was still playing soccer and we even made it to the state finals. I knew my mom was unhappy with her job and that it tore her apart to be away from her family. She had never moved anywhere outside of Ohio, being 45 years old and doing it for the first time was extremely strenuous. She started looking for jobs back in ohio. I had no idea about any of this until freshman year was coming to an end. I knew in my head that it was going to happen and I was going to have to relive moving and leave my friends again but in my heart I didn't want to believe it. I put off the topic of moving and the word ohio as much as I

I am finally here after many years of trying to line things up to go to college. I’m taking my first real college courses. I was ecstatic when I was told that my financial aid went through and I could register for classes. The night before my first class I cried on the way home from work because I was so happy. I have all these goals and dreams I wish desperately to make happen; I want to work hard and make them into a reality that I can be proud of. And here I am, taking my first steps.

On august 28, 2017 my life changed completely. I began my journey as a college student. I was extremely nervous, but excited at the same time. I waited for this moment for so long. After graduating high school in 2009, I was not able to attend a University do to my Immigration status in the United States, but luckily after 8 long years the wait was over. I was able to apply to Hawaii Pacific University and immediately was accepted. I remember walking around campus feeling so old. I was a 25-year-old, college freshman, surrounded by student’s fresh out of high school. I felt so out of place. Little did I realize, that college was going to be a total life changing experience for me. It was going to change me from being insecure, about how

I was talking to my mom about the different colleges I could attend to. I mentioned that I that I want to attend Colorado State University, but that it takes hard work. As we were talking about college, she came to realization that this was happening now! As being the first child in the family to attend college, she became emotional and proud at the same time. The look on her face said it all. “ I will support you on whatever you choose to do”, she said. Those were the best words a mother could ever tell her daughter.

This may make some people wonder, why would such an amazing thing make me feel this way? When I said my acceptance letter made me question who I was I did not mean it in a negative nature. When I was finally accepted into Miami a huge weight was lifted off of my shoulders. From the day I sent in my application fear and anticipation loomed over me until the second I opened my acceptance letter. I was overcome with relief to know that I was accepted into the school of my dreams, the one and only school that I applied to or even considered applying to. My second response was total disbelief, in a short 6 months I would finish up my last days of high school, dance at my last prom, compete in my last sporting events, and then finally the day all

It 's the minute details that are vital: the small things are what make big things happen. There are certain flashbacks of one’s childhood that stay forever in one’s mind. There is one day in particular that is still fresh in my mind. It was the fall of third grade, and I forgot to pray Shacharit that morning. My evident passion for Tefillah began at a young age. As the realization dawned on me, tears were suddenly streaming down my face. This had never occurred to me before, and I felt nervous. I had realized the power of Tefillah in first grade and I was motivated to pray out loud every single day even on non-school days. How could I forget to pray to G-d that morning? With lips quivering, I immediately wondered if G-d would punish me. My mother, one of my prime role models explained to me that it is okay to error and that it is never too late to pray. The one time I forgot to pray to G-d was a critical juncture for me during my childhood. As a result of this occurrence, I realized over time that mistakes do happen and that one can move forward after. That day was one of the roots of determination that emerged over the years. This one seemingly small and insignificant event impacted my life and will continue to be a precedent for further goals and choices.

Have you ever moved before? Have you ever had to say “goodbye” to a best friend, and you knew you were never coming back? Well, I have. I have many times, in fact. But, this time was different. Here’s how it all began.