Graduation Speech - Original Writing

"Brian was just telling me how he came home from work and a group of teenagers followed him and jumped him! And how he's scared to go anywhere now. He also told me that he was diagnosed with multiple mental illnesses, like depression, bipolar disorder and so on. He also said he's starting to cut himself after two years of being clean-" Megan began but got caught off.

“Tell me,” the boy says. “Tell me what your walk home on Friday was like.” The boy is a goofy yet grueling child, but a true brother from top to bottom.

“Good, I’ll call when I get home. He’s a busy man with patients all around the world. Our friendship might help to get you an appointment sooner than most. I’ll let you know what I find

“I could tell you about something that happened when you were a baby. It involves you,

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

Berger: So, the rotten kid is back. I’ll try to make this evaluation as painless as possible. So, how’s things going with you? Anything settled down with your family?

Liza- “We aren’t really sure how he got it. He wasn’t around anyone that day, so we think it happened yesterday. He went to the market that day and came back with a slight headache.

OhAre you okay Jaguar asked his brother. “Yes i’m fine, just a cough, nothing to worry about,”He

“Sounds as though it was rough at first,” Karl sympathized as he settled back in his chair a

“Lynn, you’ll be fine. It’s just a tiny lump.” Randy said, trying to comfort me. “Yeah, well that tiny lump could kill me like it did my mother.” I paused and looked ruefully at my husband. “Sorry, I’m just nervous.”

Instead, I woke up to a blanket being on top of Vinyl and me, and the fireplace rekindled. The fresh aroma of oatmeal and toast lingered in the air. Dusty didn’t have a problem with Vinyl and I being intimate, considering that he put a blanket on us—after seeing us together in each other’s comfort—so why should my father have one? Then again, Dusty had a recalcitrant attitude when it came to the views my father had.

Grace shook her head. "I woke up several times but didn't hear anything out of the ordinary."

So he told me about his wife and son Ralph and other bits of his personal life since being on the island.

“Good you are all here. I have something to tell you. You see, I went to the doctors yesterday and they said that I have a very rare sickness. They said that it is so rare that they don't even have a name for it. There is no cure and I do not have much time,” said Frank.” I know that this is not a great time for this with everything that has happened with my dad. There might be good news though, some of the people who had this illness and lived so I have a chance.”

“He might be going to die. He’s been sick for a long time and hasn’t gotten treatment. Your mom is going to go to Mexico to be with him,” he said. My grandpa, a rancher, didn’t really trust modern medicine and surgeries frightened him