Graduation Speech Essay

It’s hard to believe that our time together is beginning to draw to a close. It seems like just yesterday we were walking into Saydel High School for the first time, as incoming freshman, nervous about meeting new students and teachers, and especially nervous about meeting new seniors. Now, we are the seniors at Saydel High School, and at the end of our short-lived journey together.

Let me take you back to a time filled with pure joy fueled by a foundation of knowledge. For most, Valley Road Elementary School, appears to be simply a school. Yet its meaning is beyond that straightforward of a definition and much more lies within the walls. Valley Road will forever have a place in my heart as I recall all the great memories from the recorder concerts, book fairs, halloween parades, and cake walks. I have gained an immense amount of knowledge from my time there. Overall, it allowed me to aspire to dream and shaped me into the leader you see today. I found passions that drove me to attain such outstanding accomplishments and successes.

It’s hard to believe that we are actually sitting here in the auditorium for the last time as students of Kheradmand High. But we are! We made it through four years of high school. Now we are teetering on the edge of the rest of our lives, having to grow up and head out into the “real” world. That thought might scare some people, but we are ready. After all, if you decide that you don’t want to be a part of the real world, maybe, you can always come back to Kheradmand High and maybe they will let you be a teacher.

While my experience in high school has been an awesome journey with many ups and downs, sadly it’s coming to an end in a hurry. After going to school here at Millry High School for twelve going on thirteen years it is impossible to leave this place with no special memories or mentionable moments. As I reflect on my time here I can not help to think about my sister Abby Moorer who is actually just starting seventh grade here at Millry.

Throughout the years of our middle school experience, we've been in and out doors. The doors of our classroom or office, even through the opening doors to the school into the gym. However, tonight, we will be walking out of the doors of St. Rose of Lima school and walking into a new chapter of our lives, high school. One after one, people come into our lives and people go out. When we

After a long day of yearbook signings and other “farewell activities,” the bell rang, marking the end of my last day of middle school. I said goodbye to my friends and teachers and stuffed the last of my books and supplies into my already full backpack. As I walked down the main hall for the final time, I laughed at how long the hall had once seemed and how short it felt now. With the anticipation of summer building in me, I walked faster and faster, almost running toward freedom, but when I reached the door marked “Chorus- Mrs. Vermillion,” I couldn’t resist the urge to stop in one last time. The chorus room was always a happy place for me, where the troubles of the school day seemed just a little bit less important. I was fond of every detail, from the loyal old piano to Mrs. Vermillion’s

We are all leaving the nest and flying in different directions. Some of us will move on to a school just across campus, while others will leave to a school thirty minutes away from here. I know we are all anxious and excited to be leaving the building that some of us have been practically living in since kindergarten. I have created so many memorable moments here that I will never forget. Today, I ask you to look around you. Who do see before you? I see parents that have worked hard to give us the opportunity to learn and are now so proud of our growth. I see teachers who have taught us so much more that just Algebra or English. Then, I see us, the formal leaders of the school. We are known as the eight graders, but I see us as a giant 40 person family. We are united by the common factor of our graduation. So today as we receive our much-coveted diplomas in our navy cap and gowns, I ask you to indulge in these last following days with your fellow

First graduating class has quite a nice ring to it but when I was in middle school I never imagined it would be about me. Senior year has so many different meanings to me but the one that stands out the most is remembrance. So much of my life was spent doing school work for hours on end or talking to my friends on the phone about something trivial. I didn’t ever think to look back on how I impacted those around me or if I was actually living my life instead of just going through the motions. I thought I had so much time left in high school but when the letter in the mail came for senior portraits I knew that my time was up.

First, I like to mention that we come a long way from our four years together. We started here (from the bottom) and now we're here. We are the first class to graduate from this school with no ties to the old high school. We built unforgettable memories together here in this school. Especially from our pep rallies, although we didn't win all of them, we developed a deep bond with each other. That is something we must reminisce about in the future.

I speak for all of us when I say that looking back on our years at Cataldo, and the memories that we have made, I find myself immensely grateful for having had the opportunity to have attended such a well-rounded school not only academically, but also spiritually, socially, and physically. The past six years have flown by, it’s hard to imagine that in two years or less, we will receive our driver’s licenses and in four we will graduate high school and go on to college. As we make plans that will take us beyond Cataldo, we realize that it will forever have a lasting affect on who we are. Today we part with what has been familiar to us for the majority of our lives’. With the next years, to define who we are and what we become, we will never forget what we have learned here at Cataldo, all the opportunities that we have been given, and the memories that we have created together. We are here today excited for what the future holds. We must say goodbye to, but never forget our years at Cataldo so that as this chapter in our lives’ ends, we are ready to begin the

okay to have different kinds of feelings about this, and it’s important to take some time and think about the memories you have and the ways you’ve grown. In this story, a group of friends just like you have finished their last day of school and are remembering things that happened throughout the year.

I can now see the underlying significance and purpose behind yearbooks and the influence that this annual festivity may have on each individual child and adolescent, but also the “school-attending group” as a whole in terms of closure. In relation to group dynamics, the yearbook can be seen as the school’s way of addressing “the end” as Yalom (2005) describes, “Pain over the loss of the group is dealt with in part by a sharing of past experiences: exciting and meaningful past group events are remembered; members remind one another of the way they are then” (p.390). The ‘Positive Me’ exercise not only allowed members to give and receive feedback to and from each other, but it also gave each person a souvenir or memorabilia-like gift—something concrete to take away with them as a reminder of this particular group experience. It also served as a great “warm-up” and transition into the process of using the creative modality to address and experience the closing phase of our group development.

Our graduation is our coming of age, our right of passage. As we walk across this stage we are writing the closing pages to our Chapter I and heading into the great unknown. It's kinda scary -- but hey, don't you cry, even though high school is over, the times we've shared and the friends we've made will never be lost. The clock is ticking, time is fleeting and nobody lives forever. But true friendship is something we can count on never dying. I hope wherever we go in life it will be happy and even if we all move to remote island countries we can all count on the memories and laugh at all the stupid things we did.

Graduation is an exciting time in a person’s life, especially a high school graduation. When I think of family and friends gathering together to celebrate a joyous occasion, I feel I accomplished my strongest goal. It never occurred to me that graduation would be the end of my youth and the start of adulthood. Graduating from high school was an influential event that gave me an altered outlook on my existence. Life before graduation, preparing for graduation day, and commencement day overwhelmed me for reality.

As the end of the night approached us, I couldn’t stop thinking about how many mixed emotions I had about starting a whole new chapter in my life. I couldn't wait to go to college, meet all new people, get a degree so that I could start my career path, but I knew that meant I had to say goodbye to my two best friends, who were moving several hours away from me. This was one of the hardest things I had ever had to do in my life. We all cried a little, and then made promises to keep in touch, and then we were off into the real world! I was very happy to be at this point in my life, but I was scared deep down inside.