Valedictory Speech Essay

Learning that school is something to be glad about was one aspect I will never forget. School helps spark and form the character of discovery in one’s mind. To find problems in the world’s society and attempt to fix them so future generations will not be forced to make that same mistake. Other than social media, education is the most powerful tool to train an adolescent’s mind. Coming from the Nobleboro Central School I have this story. The first trimester was a long one, I had never presented a project before and didn’t know the first thing about talking out loud in front of a class. Also, my English was considerably bad with papers handed in, in rough draft form. My English is still a little rusty, although my past teachers have guided me past the few trimesters preparing me for an average High School paper. Concludingly, the first trimester of public school was a real learning experience with mostly a C average in most of my classes which left room for improvement. The second trimester I had an understanding of school and was trying more and more on improving how I could understand teachers. This time of education at public school was the aha moment wherein I could explore the true reasons of presentations, tests and open book exams. The third and final trimester was a matter of consistency in grades. Because of this, most of my trimester average grades were in the B+/A range. Thankfully, because of this I had finished the 8th grade with most subjects having a yearly average of a

If I look back on my life it is very different than it used to be. Middle School is 3 years of countless phases. One day you are a Mets fan another day you are a Yankees fan. One day all your friends play on Playstation and then they all buy an Xbox because it is the next cool thing to do. You just do not know what will be “in” next. When this is all over you can recap the good and the bad. We all have our good and bad times. but now all of us will be going to different schools next year. The crossroad has come for us what happens now cannot be changed. The next chapter in the book of my life has come and the introduction has been written.

WOW! So much has happened since June. The SV FFA and ag department had a rough start to our year losing three of our students who were on the FFA officer team to other schools. Even with this bump in the road, the four officers that remained visited Mt. Shasta City and had a blast bonding and learning more about each other at their officer retreat in August. Once school started we found three new officers and attended COLC (Chapter Officer Leadership Conference) where the entire team learned about their diverse leadership styles and were able to bond together as the official Surprise Valley FFA Chapter Officer Team for the 2017-2018 school year. If you see them around, congratulate President Cindy Hinze, V.P. Maddison Seely, Secretary Maya

On September 1, 2012, I walked into my fifth grade teacher’s classroom for the first time in my life. Mrs.Cullen was standing in the front of the door with open arms ready to welcome her new fifth grade students. As I made my way to my desk and sat down next to Charlie Schutt and Quin Timmerman, I got the feeling that middle school would be a time of talking to some of my best friends and cruising through classes. As the school year progressed, and classroom seats changed, my thought of how Middle school would be changed as well. On the first day Mrs.Cullen explained our schedule, Homework detentions, and demerits. After about fifty questions, she sent us off to our first class, and the first step of our Middle School journey. The fifth grade

My dad has always told me that I can do whatever I want to do. Whatever I put my mind to I can do. It kind of goes back to my first point, with what to do about school. He said that he wasn’t going to decide for me it was all up to me.

Sophomore year in general has been treacherous . Now it's become harder trying to manage work while studying for finals, Eoc and keeping up with work. Nowadays, I find myself wishing to be back in elementary school. A memory that has been engraved to the deepest part of my brain is one of my teachers telling me of the importance of flushing and cleaning up after the mess that I create. I can’t believe that I once thought that elementary school was difficult. Let’s ignore the fact that my English wasn’t that good in elementary school, now that I’m actually reflecting on the time that I spent in elementary school, I can truly see how simple everything was. For example, I had to write my weekly vocabulary words thrice. But, this is the real world. We aren’t given the chance to go back in time just because we wish to relive certain periods of our lives.

When I entered middle school I was suddenly thrust into reality. Not only was I suddenly demoted from being one of the oldest and most experienced students at the school to a lowly first year. I no longer had the advantage of being in one class with the same set of classmates the entire day. Making friends was not a natural occurrence. The size of the

Welcome staff, family, friends, and of course, class of 2018. This is not just a graduation, it is a commencement. That word is important because we almost exclusively think of this as an end, but the word commencement evokes beginnings. My sincere hope is that you will mark this as the beginning of a lifetime of learning and not as the end. You may be thinking, yes this is it, I’ve done all my assignments, read all my textbooks, I’m done. But that’s not the case. We live in a society that values winning trophies and awards over earning them. 4.0’s over truly wrestling with the material you are learning or enjoying yourself while doing it. We want a quick fix, an instantaneous way of being recognized. A way to

Arriving at Northride High School, I finally caught a break from my mum’s rambling in the car and I attended my first class of the day. The clock winded down till the end so fast like the foam-flakes drifts on the river. As it did, I wandered to the back of the school at the end of the day and an

Students, faculty, family, friends, on this exciting day, I speak to optimism, laughter, and grins.

I always thought school was supposed to be like the show called “Recess”. I began to loath television shows that gave me this false hope as I got older. For the most part school was a breeze through junior high and until now. I can only believe that I struggled in primary school in the past due to lack of steadiness around me. I also believe that the constant changes in my environment have played a crucial role in shaping my approach to schooling and my expectations of and attitudes toward it. In this informative essay I will explore my learning experiences, how my views were shaped, and the connections and significance of each event.

Entering grade 7, not knowing the horror stories to come as I slowly grew out of my childhood and into something that I have never experienced before. The normal walk into your publicly funded educational centre was the same as always. What was in the near future is something that I never saw coming, almost as if I was a gazelle lying down on the grass fields and suddenly a lion appears out of nowhere ready to take away everything that I owned.

Now on behalf of all of us graduating seniors, I'd like to thank all of the parents for all of the

The first year, the time to prove myself had arrived. Classes, rooms, teachers, and some students were unfamiliar. Eventually, minutes melted into hours, hours to days, and days to weeks. It didn’t take long before my schedule was routine, something of second nature. Humor and happiness were found in the form of my advisory family, where school was transformed into something more than going through the same motions of day to day activity. By the closing point of sixth grade, I was having a hard time letting go of what I’d adapted to. “What’s wrong?” my dad asked when I was getting into the car after being picked up early on the last day. I explained how distressed I was that my first year of middle school exceeded my expectations, and that it had to come to an end. Although his outlook viewed my reason for sorrow as trivial, I didn’t.

School, to me and among many peers of my age, is not a distant term. I have spent one-third of my life time sitting in classrooms, every week since I was seven years old. After spending this much time in school, many things and experiences that happened there have left their mark in my memory. Some are small incidences while some have had a great impact on me. However, regardless the degree of significance, things that happened all contributed to shape the person that I am now.