Graduation Speech - Original Writing

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

At first I thought fathers protect you, help you, and love you, but I never knew that they ignore you for beer or even abandon you with a lie… a simple lie. To leave you, your Mom and sibling … hopeless. That was my darkest time of my life, or was it?

I may have not realised it but March 5, 2002 was the hardest day, even if I have no recollection of it. When you're 2 years old you don't recall much but snippets , like being given 2 small goldfish. Which is my only real memory of my father. Now for a while my aunt moved in after that day, I thought that was normal. Until I about was 5. I noticed many children getting picked up from daycare by their fathers. When I finally asked my mother where my father was she gave me a somber look and remained silent. Which was the response I’d constantly get she always had a difficult time communicating about him with me. It was hard- really hard. Especially when I learned the truth, about three years later.

Upset, I understood why I could not lay eyes on him. Heartbroken, my whole family went back to the motel where we stayed the night. Regardless, my mother made Cole and I go back to school the next day. During the day, they were going home to get clothes for Cole and I. After school, they proceeded to pick us up to go to Rapid City, nevertheless we still had to get our work done in school, to stay caught up. All day during school, no matter how much I tried, I could not concentrate. In reality, I just sat there and thought about all experiences that I had with my grandfather. Out of nowhere, about one o’clock in the afternoon, the school office called my classroom and said I was getting checked

I grew up in a very poor neighborhood hood, so everyday for me was difficult not knowing if I will eat or sleep on the streets. I can remember the moment where my father abandoned my mother and I. I was very young at the time I had just turned 7 years old. My father and mother had a very unhappy relationship it was very easy to tell they were not happy. I remember it was a Monday, November 4, 2002 my mother was staying with my aunt because my aunt was diagnosed with cancer and my mother was helping her out. It was my birthday I was so excited that day because I was suppose to get a gift from my father. I woke up that morning ran quickly to his room to find him not there, I ran outside thinking he was fixing his car or just rebuilding the birdhouse

Growing up with a father that was never around and a father figure that also left was hard, but it taught me that I don’t need a father to rely on. I have myself and my mom, and as long as I don’t forget who I am I

As dawn began to approach, on the 22nd day of September 2016, my father followed his path directly for his bedroom. Normally we would sit and talk about our days, and complain about how hard life is. That month was nothing but a cold silence that rang through the house as the garage doors shut. Today was the day that my father would tell us the truth. At the time our family and I were attending a church in Decatur. We had been members for over 10 years, and it was all going to come to a complete halt. Emerging from his room, my father had a blank stare on his face. A look that I would never forget. He began to inch forward and call us all to the dinner table. The topic of conversation began with a sudden burst of tears, and my mother reaching

I was in my room delightfully playing until my mom told me that dad died in the war. My tears were dripping down my face, I didn’t believe her. My throat felt clogged, I didn’t know what to do. I screamed loud and clear and let my emotions get the best of me. I knew I wasn't the only one who was sad though, mom was too. I let myself cry in my bedroom. I was thirteen when that happened. When my dad died in the war, the world was a gloomy, dark place and it felt dead...life felt dead. When I turned fourteen, I got over my dad dieing. Instead of crying in my room, I trained hard and followed all the rules he told me when I was young. My dad was a humongous influence on me. My life goal was to make him proud. It was hard for me at times

My dad didn’t get to be there when I was born, he didn 't get to be there for the first 4 years of my life. What he did get were calls from us crying, because kids would make fun of us because they thought that we didn’t have a dad. It was either that or that we didn’t get to see him because he was in jail. My mom knew, my dad knew, my whole family knew that this wasn’t true, but they didn’t. This went on for a couple of years. One day I woke up and I didn 't see my brother.

I never knew what it was like to lose someone you really care about and have known your entire life, until I, only a 13 year old girl had experienced it. After this experience I knew that I had wanted to become the type of person who will succeed and do the best I can in school, after I had been told the most grieving news, my father passed away. Only 2 months ago, never would I have imagined that this would happen to me. I had the most funniest, caring, loving, joyful father that anyone could ever ask for. My father, Manuel Carmona, had been in my life for only 13 years but every single year, every single moment that I had shared with him were incredible and unforgettable. At an age of only 6 years old my parents had divorced, with my own two eyes and ears I had heard/seen when they had fought and left each other. As I came to know what it had meant for parents to divorce each other I had felt scared, furious, and sad because it couldn’t come to mind that my parents didn’t want to be together. Although my parents had been divorced and my dad had moved to Mexico, I had lived 2 hours from my father and had visited him often. When I had gone to visit my father we would have the best memories, we would drive our four wheelers, go to the beach, and go to have lunches together etc. My father was the type of person that when you were in need of a job or needed something, he would always, no matter what, have his arms wide open and offer to help you. He used to own many different

Day one of sixth grade, there I was excited yet nervous, very nervous. I had no idea what was instore, no one I knew previously was going to Jefferson with me. I was sitting in Mr. Bausch 's language arts class. For our first assignment we had to make a cereal box about our selves. Once we were finished we had to present in front of the class. Once my name was called I went up and stood in front of the class. My legs were shaking and my heart was pumping. I speed right through it and hurried back to my seat I was so proud of my self. Now in eighth grade, we had to present a motivation speech, I got up and confidently presented it to the class. I have changed a lot over a course of three years looking back I am absolutely amazed. I love

This was the first week of school and I completed this thesis quite hurriedly. I was NOT prepared for the amount of summer reading (AP History, English, and Sacraments), so I ended up spending most of the first week in a zombified state of sleepwalking from class to class. I was taken aback when I accidentally submitted two versions of the assignment to Poll EV and both were voted to the top of our class. I hadn’t much time for proofreading and I barely remembered what happened in the novel at that point due to the fact that I was going on about half an hour of sleep.

I walked over to where me, and Frank sat he was picking at some tape on the desk impatiently. "Hey." I sat down, he smiled, "Hey Gee!" Frank smiled, "Can 't wait for music!" He said excitedly, I chuckled. His favorite class was music, which we had 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.

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.

I woke up that morning giddy bursting with excitement. I thought college was this scary monster where no teachers cared to learn your name and you were by yourself, but our first assignment was going on a nature walk, it was like elementary again. As I went to leave I was scared that our class wouldn’t be able to go because it was sprinkling outside and looked like it was going to get worse, despite that I kept my hopes high.