Graduation Speech - Original Writing

“Class, this is our new student, Amanda Laine.” the girl’s new teacher, whose name she learned is Ms. Rybin, says to the class. She tells the green-eyed girl where to sit, so she sits. Amanda didn’t talk much the rest of the day.

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

Laurie, at first, did not seem at all interested. But when Laurie’s father and I both said that we knew that he was Charles, he just stared at us. “Laurie, or should I say Charles,” said Laurie’s father, “Your mother and I are very upset at your behavior.” “Lying to us is never the right thing to do. Not to talk about all the other trouble you have caused. Kicking the teacher, yelling in the classroom, being fresh, and telling other kids to say swear words is absolutely not ok Laurie!” I could see that Laurie felt a sense of fear. “Laurie,” I said, “Your father and I are going to have to punish you for what you have done. But first, we need you to apologize to your teacher and all of the students for your behavior during the past couple weeks. Do you know what it means to apologize?” “It means to say sorry,” said Laurie. “Correct,” I said. “So when you go to school today, I will ask your teacher to give you a chance to have a word

Philbert is known as a comedy guy at his school, a little school named Rocky middle school in the middle of Mississippi. All that's on Philberts mind is that it's the end of the semester and he can go home and play baseball with his brand new glove. On the way home his friends were awkwardly quiet, not the average guy that likes peace sometimes, I can't go an hour without some kind of action(unless I'm going to sleep ) so as soon as I went to go find my mom.

To begin Laurie came home from the first day and was definitely frustrated. Charles came home and his” voice suddenly became raucous” (Jackson, 345). On the first day of school Laurie told his parents about a boy who received a spanking due to him not obeying the teacher. Charlie was extremely creative coming up with a whole new persona to tell his parents about.

After class James talked to his friends, “Hey man that was hilarious what the teacher said in class” Says William the starting quarterback. “Ya man did you hear how sarcastic that was it was sad she burned you” Says Kale the starting wide receiver. “Ya I don’t know why she doesn’t like me” Says James. “She never has because you took her son’s position at running back” says William. “That is why but still it’s like I meant to anyways I didn’t even want to be running back, I’m happy I am now but I didn’t want to then” Says James. “Hey man we gotta get to class” says James Ya we do last, class of the day you always got to be in time for” says Kale.

Miller. Oh my gosh what are you to doing said Ms. Miller? He won’t let me have my girlfriend he is trying to get us to hate each other. What grade are you in said Ms. Miller? 6th grade replied Josh. Ring, ring, ring said the . Emma was like were you guys going to get in a fight? I don’t know.

“Dave?” The teacher asked. There was no response. “Dave? Has anyone seen Dave today?” The class shook their head. Mr. Francis kept on with attendance as I whispered to Collin. “I’m suprised Dave’s not here. He never misses a day of school, even in his most awful conditions.”

When Howie read the note, he was still debating what to do. He loves his son and of course he wants to do what will make his son happy, but he still isn’t sure about the class. He reread the list several times, knowing that his soon had tried to use flattery, but wouldn’t give in. Howie read the note one last time, then noticed something that he hadn’t before. There were water marks on the paper. Kevin had been crying. “Wow. I really did make a mistake. Kevin must really want this for Cromwell.”

A bell rung and sent the kids to class. While on his way to homeroom, Victor practiced scowling. When he arrived to class, emergency cards were handed out and a bulletin was given for the students to give to their parents. Even though the principal was talking over the intercom, Victor had his mind on Teresa. “”This is my lucky year” he thought, “She’s more than likely in my French, Science and English class.”” Ding, ding. The bell sounded and sent the students to their classes. Teresa remained talking to the teacher. Victor decided to linger around as

He looked over and said, “Shut up, and don't say my name!” How rude I thought. I looked over on the clock and it said 7 am so I picked up my backpack I told derick I have to go to class. On my way to class I thought about how rude derick had been I was so focused on derick I hadn't noticed what time it was. i continued to

It wasn’t bad, being a B-Student, like Vanessa here, who stepped in front of the large doors, covered with enlarged window panes. Vanessa peered inside the A-Lunch Hall, which looked more like a ballroom, than a cafeteria that served the smartest students in the whole school, better than 2nd smartest! Before Vanessa could pull the handles of the door, she heard muffled voices inside,” Hmm?” Her ears could pick up the sound. Even though, they were muffled, she could understand it a little bit,” …So, how is she doing here?” She heard a man’s voice, who’s voice sounded like a flute,” Why, I’m so glad you asked! Her grades are absolutely stunning! We are so happy to have a student like your daughter! Though, she has a few missing assignments, she has perfect attendance, and participates in every school event!” Another voice exclaimed, it was obvious who that voice belonged to, it was no doubt, Principal Jacques Rochelle, who always brags about his students. Ahem! I can’t stand out here, forever! It is indeed rude, keep a guest waiting! Vanessa cleared her throat. Principal Rochelle turned his head, as he heard a loud creak, from behind him. He grinned from ear-to-ear,” Vanessa! You arrived at a good time!” He said. Vanessa made no eye-contact with the guest, since she is always too shy,

“You’re that kid in my class, right?” he said, “Billy was your name, right? Well,” he said, not waiting for so much as a nod, “I’ve got a hold of some great stuff, I’ll show you tomorrow afterschool. You seemed cool, so I thought I’d show you.” Then he ran off before Billy could utter a word back to him.

Upon arrival on campus, I had no time to spare as I pulled into the student parking lot. I got out of my car and went straight to class. I took a seat, making sure I kept my dress down enough. I watched as Mason came into class and he sat next to me.

Today is just another normal day in seventh grade. I get to my Christian school, open my locker, and find all my stuff has been removed. There is a bright green post-it note that says “Get a life, loser...And if you want your stuff back, have a fun time looking for it,” I turn around when I hear snickering that sounds all too familiar.