Graduation Speech - Original Writing

I hurried to my last class of the day, history. Most kids hate history, but I love it. It seems that I know more about the time in history that we’re studying than my teacher Mr. Southam does. I was thinking about the party my mom was throwing for me, when I was sent flying to the ground, my stuff scattered all over the place.

I was in the bed sleeping until 6:30 when my mother came in. she told me to get up for school but I didn’t want to because it was too early and it was earlier than I had to before. My mom told me to get up and get ready and I guess I had to, I took a shower, at a granola bar with milk. Then my Mom and Dad drove me to school. I arrived at 7:30. I went to my first class Mrs. Malloys class it was weird to get my schedule first but then it was cool. I went to Mrs. Schermers room I had to do a docuement on my first day so far. Second period I had the same teacher but we had reading It was an okay class I guess. It’s now 9:40 and I’m having a snack in transition Mrs Malloy asked how things were going so far and I said

Setting my suitcase and bags next to my bed, I glanced around seeing that most of the things I kept here were where I left where I ha don 't them two months ago. summer break recently ended and class was scheduled to resume on Monday. It was my last year here at Maxwell College of Arts and I could already tell that this year was going to be stressful.

November 20th: a lovely cool-weather-ed day, without much worry or fear in the air; the day after my sister, who had been living at college, celebrated her birthday with us at her workplace. Overall, it was a wonderful day. It was nearing the winter holidays, after a long-needed break during the beginning of eighth grade. I was staying after school, playing in the Middle School ‘Jazz Band’, having a great time. Everything ended, and I packed my instrument away. Overall, the band was able to learn, and practice, many new pieces for the upcoming concert. I couldn’t wait to go home, relax, and do homework for the next school day! My grandfather picked me up in his white van, and started towards my house, not too far away from the middle school. We were about halfway to my house, when I noticed a drawer on the sides of the road, which looked extremely similar to the one in my house. I didn’t think much of it. It was just a strange coincidence. My grandfather and I were approaching my house, and I noticed one of my indoor-cats, named ‘Rocket’, running around outside, on my front lawn, frantically. There must be something going on. My grandfather, driving his van, reached the top of my driveway. I rushed out of his van to notice my front door wide open, with its wooden frame smashed. Something had to happen, and it wasn’t good.

The morning was as clear as glass. The sun shined through my window, waking me up from my sleep. The air tasted like water, as if I was tasting the Earth. I sat up to put on my slippers and walked to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and dressed to get ready for summer school today. I recently started, so I don’t especially know my way around. At the same time, I never wanted to go to summer school, but my teacher said it is mandatory to go, or I will get held back from grade level. Now that I finished getting ready, I walked out from the bathroom to the kitchen.

respected that because he valued my education. I was expected to graduate in May of 2014 and we planned to get married in March of 2014 right before my graduation. Things were going well until late February I stopped hearing from him for 10 days. I was worried, he hadn’t deployed or anything, but what if he got hurt. He ended up calling me two weeks before our wedding date to say that he was not the man I should marry and that he needed time to get to get himself together. I agreed respectfully and said that we could wait. The following weekend, I was informed that he married a women he had met 5 months prior. I was put in a state of depression and tried to commit suicide. I stopped attending class during midterms which is when I found out and my life turned upside down. A few days later, I realized graduation was less than two months away and that I had to pull myself together. I did and I graduated that May with a 3.2 GPA. When I think of this experience, I think about my ego. Freud would say that my ego wants to meet my needs in a way that is sensible and takes all aspects of the situation into account before taking action. When the peak of this situation arrived, my ego needed to meet my needs of being hurt. I took everything into account, so what I did was focus heavily on my studies so that my brain was the focus and not my heart. My ego told me that my degree was more important than a heartbreak at the time so I managed to redo all my midterms and even pass my

Ever since I was a little girl my grades have been phenomenal. They used to take me into the principles office because they would swear that I would cheat on almost all my assignments and test. I will never forget the biggest struggle that I had to go through in primary school and that was when I skipped a grade.

The day I had eagerly been anticipating for 10 lengthy months, finally came. The sun was beaming. A nice breeze was flowing. Yet another perfect summer day, but something was peculiar. It felt as if I had just rolled up a ball of all my stress and tossed it aside. The moment I came home from school, I flopped on my bed and my eyelids instantly slid. I had just finished a laborious grade 8 and an exceedingly stressful week of final exams. I couldn’t help but succumb to sleep after countless days of near all-nighters due to studying and homework. Unfortunately, I woke up to my parents calling me to dinner. Little did I know that this was my call to adventure.

Back in the 8th grade, I remember coming home from school hearing the loud yelling behind the closed doors of the master bedroom. At that time shouting and yelling was quite common in the household, especially during the late night. Going to sleep, knowing your parents might get divorced soon, didn’t make my life easier. Without all the commotions, the house felt deserted. It was very quiet, my brother and sister were away studying abroad in London and Sydney respectively getting their undergraduate degree. Having two people, whom I always look up to for guidance and inspiration, across the world didn’t help my situation. I could tell that my parents missed them very much, the only time you would see both my parents smiling together is when they were on the phone with either one of my siblings. My best friend told me to find a ‘game changer’, a method of escaping all negative emotions by engaging in an activity that would bring one complete peace and solace. For him, it was the guitar and alternative rock music. Although playing video games with my headphones on in my empty bedroom did temporarily help me get rid of my anxiety, it was no game changer.

It was an ordinary day when Taylor woke up for school. She went into her normal morning routine; wake up at 7:25 and be in the shower by 7:35 and out of the shower by 7:45. Afterwards she would get dressed, grab some breakfast and be out the door by 7:52 so she could make it to school by 7:57. Once she was at the school, she kept to herself. She was a shy girl, didn’t like to speak in class, just really liked to read. That’s how she spent most of her time when she wasn’t in class or eating.

I was walking to school, like usually because I missed the bus again. My house was only four blocks away and it was a rainy day and a cold one too. When I finally made it to school everyone was already going to their classes .

I was walking to school, like usually because I missed the bus again. My house was only four blocks away and it was a rainy day and a cold one too. When I finally made it to school everyone was already going to their classes .

I walked hastily to class, trying to beat the bell. I was weary and had an awful migraine. I dreaded English as it was my least favorite subject, but this was the last class of the day. I darted around people in the hallway frantically. “I can’t be late again’” I reminded myself. I stepped over the threshold as the bell rang. I slumped into my seat, closed my eyes. I reminded myself, “This is the last class, I can make it.” I let out a sigh and opened my eyes.

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.

Hurry ‘’wake up’’ my mom said with excited 4:00 of the morning then I said yawning why then she said we are going to St. Louis! So then I was jumped out of bed and screamed and might of have woken up my baby brother. So then my mom was SHHHHHHHHHHH, and I was like…... whoops! Then I asked are my cousin’s awake and she said what do you mean then I said that you said that they were going to come to if we were going so then she called them and said yes I was so happy I yelled again and now my little sister was asking what is wrong and my little brother was crying and I said whoops again! I could not wait for the big trip! We left at 5:30 we drove back and when we were going for 4 hours when we were going there my little sister fell asleep