12:00 a.m., I am wide awake. I keep forcing my eyes to rest yet they pry open. My body is overloaded with joy and excitement. 7 p.m. seemed nearly impossible to arrive. The time has come and I have crossed the finish line. " I present to you the graduating class of 2017". The tears began to fall and my mind instantly began to replay the restless nights and early mornings. I have now received my high school diploma and a new has begun.
If I were awarded a dollar for every second someone called me short, I would be as rich as Bill Gates. I can thank my mother for most of my physical appearance. The big head, deep brown eyes, and the extra cushion behind was passed down from my mom. The curly locks resemble my father's waves. If you were to take my father's face and add hair the outcome would be me. Intellectually, I would consider my level of thinking as more in depth than others. I like to view things from various aspects and the things other view as simple, I view them as intricate. As a child mu grandmother would always say that God has instilled many gifts within my heart. As I have grown into a young adult I have discovered only a few gifts, with empathy being one of them. The merciful spirit within me allows me to feel what others feel, typically pain and hurt are the most profound. Another gift given is the discerned spirit, meaning I can distinguish spirits. My most recent discovery is the gift of exhortation. Exhortation can be defined as coming along side of someone
Today I have been asked to speak about graduation past, present and future. My first graduation occurred when I finished kindergarten. This is often where we learn the most basic of principles. This is what I learned:
Graduation is one of those awkward times in our lives when we are torn between letting go of our safe haven where we have many a cherished memory and anticipating a new path where the destination is but a speck of hope. Should we look back on what were the greatest twelve years of our lives- times filled with joy from the day we picked out our first schoolbags until the day we emptied our lockers for the last time? Or should we focus on the next stage in this journey called LIFE? We have been impatiently waiting for this day, and now, all we want to do is hit pause, rewind, and play. We want to slow it down and enjoy the last fleeting moments, but we can’t stop the clock from ticking- it’s time to let go and fly!
Class of 2012, tonight is the last time we will share together for many years. After tonight, we will begin a new chapter in our lives. This chapter will lead us away from each other, but the memories we've shared will continue to stay. The years behind us have been full of challenges and rewards; these experiences will be there to guide us as we branch out into the world.
The third E is for Essential. Imagine a world where everyone built himself into someone who was essential to his family, neighborhood, or a group of otherwise lonely people. Martin Luther King was a hero because he was essential to a suffering nation. He had another piece of advice that, when heeded, will make us all essential members of any group. He said "Everyone can be great because everyone can serve. You don't have to have a college degree to serve. You don't have to have your subject and your verb agree. You only need a heart full of grace, a soul generated by love." If you do nothing else, serve others with love and grace, and you will be an essential part of our world.
Throughout the semester, I was asked to summarize, respond to, analyze, and build upon the works of others.The transition from high school English to college English was an obstacle to overcome. Throughout the semester, I was given a multitude of feedback on different pieces to improve my writing. My writing drastically improved from high school to college and will continue to change in the expanse of the semester and the remainder of my college career. Through the feedback of Professor Valley and my Writing Fellow, Emily, I have improved in my writing through including more specific details, stronger vocabulary, improved organization, and being able to better identify problems in my own writing.
I would like to commence this speech by saying that we have all been truly blessed in being given the opportunity to celebrate our graduation with each other in such a manner. Being able to spend our final moments as a class in such an important place is wonderful, and before I delve further into this speech, I want to thank the man who allowed us to graduate from the church, Father Jenik. He’s a great preacher, a charitable bishop, and most importantly, he is a great man.
Graduation is a time of reflecting on the past and looking onward to the future. It can be seen as a coming of age, an official way to recognize when a person steps into a new stage of life, and graduates, we are stepping into a new stage. It is a time that we, as graduates, get together for one last hurrah before moving on to bigger and better adventures. This year we have a very unique and exceptional group of students who are graduating. We have grown, changed, and experienced so much together.
Christopher Columbus, reflecting on his voyage which led him to the discovery of America, said, "Following the light of the sun, we left the Old World." I am sure that after four years of high school, we have all formed our own opinion of Christopher Columbus - especially if you had Mrs. Powers - but whether you view him as a genocidal rogue or the first American Hero, I find his quote fitting for where we stand today.
We all have had many stones read to us, and even read many ourselves. In elementary school they were stories of Lad, Jane and Spot. Each of us beamed with pride as we stumbled over that first line of "See Lad go," or "Run Jane run." Then, in junior high we learned about plot and theme, and the characters of the stories actually developed personalities. Now, as graduating seniors, many of us have learned that stories can teach us valuable lessons about life. Even the simple stories from elementary school contain lessons that we can relate to our own experiences. One story in particular that just happens to be from my favorite producer, Disney, and emphasizes the importance of friendship is "The Fox and The Hound." As this story
Good evening, everyone. Now is the time for me to come in front of these 400 students in identical caps and gowns and tell them to go out and be individuals. Looks like I have my work cut out for me. Seriously, though, consider what we've gone through. 13 years of schooling, 18 years of growing up! And reflecting back on these years, what do we have to show for it? We have our memories. Some of you may know the old saying, "Knowledge is not what the pupil remembers but what he cannot forget." What will remain in our minds after tonight? What memories will become those valuable gems of unforgettable knowledge?
In the beginning of Comp.1 I had very many worries and I did not know of I was going to be very good at this class. I did not know very many things about grammar and writing because before enrolling in Comp.1 our English classes were almost like study hall classes. At first the class was very hard because I thought it was just going to be an easy class to walk through and I was wrong. In the first two weeks of Comp.1 I felt like I had done more work in that class in the first two weeks than I had ever done in an English class. I knew that I had a lot of weaknesses, but with hard work and just maybe a little luck those weaknesses soon began to turn into strengths.
English class seemed to be the most dreadful to take within school. Writing essays for most of my grade in a class is not what I was looking forward too. When I entered college I knew that it would be one of many challenging classes I would have to take. Starting from the lowest English class to moving on up, the writing assignments became longer and more thought out. The time came when I got into this class that I knew more work was going to have to be put into essays and thus brought out what I had not seen before in my work progress.
My “about me paper” is going to start with elementary school; my life has had many events, but it was not until school when my journey really had begun. Growing up I had always been the happy, naive, child most people are use to; I was always smiling, but when it came to school work I dreaded it. From first grade to fifth I had a tutor every year and almost every summer. At first it was the reading then once I concurred that, it was the math, life just never gave me a break. Being the child I was, I could not fully understand why I was the way I was. I was tested for ADHD and got on a low dose of adderall; this solved some of the problem. It helped me focus in class, but I had mood swings and was zombi like.
I can remember a presentation I gave to my school when I was in grade 4. Students were nominated by their teachers from grade 4 to grade 6 and the students were asked to give a speech on a particular question. I believe it was my first big presentation, so I made sure I practiced many times at home in front of my parents and on my own in front of a mirror as well. When it came time for me to present, I forgot all the words to my presentation. I remember feeling embarrassed, but also disappointed in myself. This traumatizing experience was a turning point for me, as I feared presentations and I never wanted to present again. I avoided all opportunities that involved presentations. This fear stayed with me all through high school and university.
My experience in education from kindergarten to being a senior in high school was very challenging but rewarding. Throughout my schooling, I was blessed to have some exceptional teachers and coaches that had taught me life lessons and challenged me to be a better person outside the classroom and a better student in the classroom. From kindergarten to being a senior in high school, I attended three different types of schools in the South Carolina School system. I attended a small private Christian school named Horizons Christian Academy. Then I transferred to public schools. For fifth grade, I attended Chester Park School of the Arts. For sixth and seventh grades, I attended Chester Middle School. After my seventh grade year, I attended York Preparatory Academy, a public charter school, until my sophomore year of high school. After my sophomore year in high school, I attend Chester Senior High School. Then ventured back to York Preparatory Academy for my junior and senior years, being a part of the first graduating class.