Speech About A Valedictorian Speech

I surveyed the crowd before my speech began, the sea of purple and white graduation gowns and the countless eyes of proud parents, including my own, reminded me of the task at hand. As part of student council, I was asked to deliver a speech to a packed auditorium at graduation. In a matter of moments, the glare of hundreds of people would be focused in my direction, scrutinizing every word and analyzing every one of my carefully crafted sentences. My heart raced and beneath the purple gown my legs shook, however, I hid the adrenaline rush while my thoughts ran through as to what I would soon say. Before I knew it, the previous speaker had finished, and my time had come. I swaggered up to the podium with a smile and gazed out at the familiar faces. Then, for a moment, I paused.

As I walked out of my dorm that morning for my 9am class, I checked my schedule to see where I needed to go. My first class was public speaking in room 232. My stomach instantly dropped. The calmness I once felt left my body in a rush. Public speaking was my worst fear. I stuttered and mumbled and shook each time I entered a crowded room. Speaking in front of a whole classroom has never been on my bucket list. I fretfully continued my journey to room 232. I attempted to give myself a pep talk along the way to help calm my nerves, but nothing was helping. I told myself that this was not

Hello, fellow students, teachers, staff, and family members from Rio Rancho Cyber Academy. I didn’t find out I was to give this speech until Wednesday morning at 9:30, and that’s probably a good thing because I may have tried to arrange not to be salutatorian if I’d had advance notice. Consequently, this speech is probably not what you would expect; and I’m sure half my class would be much more comfortable standing here in front of you I only want to make two points, and I’m sure you will appreciate it when I say they will be quick. First, I want to encourage my class, myself included, to believe in ourselves and strive to reach our goals. Second, I think we all want to thank those who were instrumental

Congratulations! You have been officially accepted to Motlow State Community College. We have received all of the required admission materials, and your file is now complete.

“Wyandotte High School,” Mrs. Marilyn said. We were next. My anxiety screaming “you have to get up and do stuff or you’ll fail in life.” I got up from my seat and headed to the stage. My heart was racing loudly that I was afraid that everyone would hear it. My hands dripped with sweat. I kept taking deep breaths to calm myself. I felt the spotlight following my every move.

Standing in that long, obscure hallway, I could feel my stomach turning over and over like the sea on a stormy night. “What did I get myself into this time?” I thought to myself as I investigated each of my competitors waiting their turn to compete. I had worked tirelessly to prepare myself for today. The hours consumed typing and retyping a speech that had to have just the right phrasing. I had my mother and two of the best teachers I knew proofread speech and give me honest feedback. I ran through my speech numerous times, so much so that I was sure I could recite it in my sleep. I even rehearsed responses to the hypothetical questions the judges might ask me, and listened to my speech on repeat for two hours on the bus. It all came down to this. My opportunity to present at the West Virginia State FBLA Competition was a few minutes away. I sought to place at the State’s not only for myself and my club, but also for my mother. Prior to getting out of the car this morning, she gave me one of her famous pep talks to set me on my way. After that and months

The moment came then left in a flash. I don’t know if it was because I was terrified and just wanted to get off of the stage, or if it just felt good to be there, but the day proceeded on like normal — reading, writing, dividing three digit numbers “the long way,” probably an art or music class. It was just another day. Even though I had said the Pledge of Allegiance a million times like I whispered to myself backstage, I had never lead a group of people or spoke on a stage. Like so many people, I was terrified of speaking — worried about everything from if people would notice that I couldn’t find matching socks to the number of “ums” I might mutter. But for me, it was my first first

I want to start by congratulating you on making it to this point in life because I know it was not easy. Being a senior is not as fun and easy as everyone says. This year will be filled with nothing but stress and work. Believe me when I say you are going to want to drop out on numerous occasions this year. At times, teachers, students, and administrative staff will not make the thought of dropping out any better. But this year you will discover who you are and who you want to be. The roads may seem dark but you will get through it.

I’ll be blunt, when you here the word “valedictorian” I'm not exactly what comes to mind. I don't get A’s on every test and let's not ignore the fact that I've only been here for a couple of months. That's why I'd like to start off this speech my telling you all how honored I am to be here for you today.

To the Coralwood staff, teachers, along with parents, friends, acquaintances, and fellow students it is both a privilege and an honour to stand before you today, during this milestone event as Valedictorian. It has been a long journey filled with both ups and downs, hills and valleys, to finally get here.

On May 24, 2014 the graduates of Maharishi University all gathered to hear a speech by the well know comedian and actor Jim Carrey. The purpose of the speech was to get the graduates thinking about their future beyond school. JIm started his speech in a very funny, yet clever way. He used jokes to ease the tension that he could sense in the room. With the use of jokes and making the crowd laugh he grabbed their attention and continued to hold that attention throughout the speech. Jim wants the students to realize that “What we really want seems impossibly out of reach and ridiculous to expect, so we never dare to ask the universe for it” (2).

It was the day before graduation. Everyone is excited and anxious for the big day, while I’m panicking. I’ve been given the honor of being named the valedictorian for the class of 2009. I was on my way to middle school, and there was no better way to end my elementary school experience than with a prestigious accolade. This was an award I was thrilled to receive, but at the same time, one I wasn’t ready for. As a valedictorian, you are assigned several tasks before graduation. The most important is a written speech, which I didn’t have.

It started off as a regular Friday. I woke up feeling relieved that I didn’t have classes that day, as I needed a break from school. Instead of rushing to get dressed, I chose to sleep in for a while. When I woke up again, it was already past noon and my roommate was gone. As I slowly crept out of bed, I realized that I was smiling. I wasn’t stressed out like I usually was, and that was because I never had classes on Fridays. It upsets me when I think about how excited I was to leave home and be independent. It never occurred to me that college would be hard. There would be no one here to hold my hand or force me to do any work. So I made my way to the bathroom and took a shower. After I had gotten dressed, I went to Shaw and had a nice lunch. Nothing special, just two slices of pizza and a salad. When I had finally finished eating, I decided to go for a walk.

Graduation is finally here. Parents and students are all starting to enter the graduation hall. The air is filled with joy and happiness, and the sounds of music and clapping are everywhere. Some parents are crying from happiness, and some are cheering with joy. My parents are doing both at the same time. My name finally appears on the big white screen at the front of the hall. It is my turn to receive my diploma. A rush of excitement overwhelms my heart, but, at the same time, I can’t help but feel nervous. My legs are

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