Graduation Speech - Original Writing

with my bags hoping to finally feel settled. I had to do my schoolwork early since I had to come here. The plain ride was long and I wouldn’t sleep just to finish my reading. The last time my whole family was in this house was for Garret’s college graduation. I remember it perfectly because it was the same day my mom had too much wine and almost fell down the stairs because she was too distracted singing. I was on my way up with Garret as she was poorly serenading our guests and tripped on her heel…

throughout the year. These pages display my hard work, struggles, and improvements. Although there are still improvements to be made, I am quite satisfied with the progress I have made. Writing each paper was a journey on its own. My favorite was the narrative essay. Although it wasn’t my best paper, I really enjoyed writing it. It was the least difficult to write because the topic was about me. I enjoyed retelling the story of the most incredible adventure I took part in. I used a big portion of my narrative…

after gym. I only have three classes with Frank, but I have all my classes with Ray. He can be a bitch, but he 's a bitch who 's my best friend. "Hello class." Mr. No one gives a fuck said, me and Frank gave him that nickname after he gave us an hour speech about how smoking can kill us, and shit. Me, and Frank just wrote notes on a piece of paper, and pretended to be taking notes about the lesson he was teaching. 'So wanna skip until 5th ' Mrs. Mayy won 't give a damn? ' 'Sure ' I wrote back. The…

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…

As long as I can remember I 've never been good at writing essays, especially under a time limit. There 's just something about the pressure that makes me freeze up and I end up writing barely anything. I’ve struggled with it for the longest time, and I’ve tried to get better, but it’s a challenge for me. It all started in the third grade. I was deskbound in my third grade classroom with my friends, looking at all the decorations on the walls. It was approaching Thanksgiving break, so there were…

drew to a close, she knew the time was coming. The best friends she could have ever dreamed of were going to leave for college and leaving the junior behind. Each day, she would hear the senior class getting more and more excited for the upcoming graduation ceremony, unable to wait to be free of the daily high school . Every day her friends’ excitement grew, the more her thoughts were filled with dread. “What would I do without them?” … “Nobody else is as mature as I am” … or worse yet: “Who am I to…

“We have done everything we can, all that is left is to hope for the best” the intensivist said in a crackly voice. I felt powerless and distraught. It was the summer of 2015, just before my medical school final, thesis and graduation. My grandmother was her joyful self a few weeks ago, how was this possible? She always had a distrust and fear of doctors, the only person she opened up to with medical issues was me, her only grandchild. She had not seen a doctor in many years and never undertook…

other alumni are in jail, died in the zombie apocalypse a while back, or have been wiped off the face of the earth somehow, I don’t know, I couldn’t possibly care any less about those that I went to high school with and that are there after me. Graduation was one of the better days of my young life. If you haven’t figured it out, I was not a fan of high school. They couldn’t pay or beg me enough to teach at any high school here in the county, hence why I am teaching at the middle school level, as…

was surely going to pass. As I got started, I began reading The rules: 60 timed minutes, 600 words or more, pick two Historical figures, Don’t forget to do your draft, revised draft and final. That’s when it hit me I wouldn’t be writing about something I enjoyed but, writing about something someone told me to write. I started tapping and moving my feet I couldn’t help it I just felt so over whelmed. Than to add in more I scrolled down to find not only do I have to write but I have to read the excerpts…

October, I glanced around the cafeteria noticing the numerous tables taken up by one or two people each. This was when it hit me how alone they must feel; I felt alone and they were just like me. I went home that night, took out a notebook, and began writing everything that I wished I had the nerve to stand up and say to everyone. To tell them that they’re not alone, to tell them that they would always have a place where they belong, to tell them to stop being afraid to show themselves, and to tell them…