Welcome, Pony Express students, parents, teachers, and staff who are gathered here today to honor

Families and friends welcome to Montgomery Village Middle School 8th grade promotional ceremony. Today we embark on a new chapter of our lives as we end our middle school careers. We’ve spent the past three years of our lives in this wonderful place. We were given the opportunity to grow and learn. Our teachers, one of our biggest supporters, the ones we have built relationships with. Our teachers have seen us grow. They have been our guiding hands throughout our middle school career. The teachers in this school deserve the world. They motivate us each and every one of us each day. Most of us were able to mature throughout middle careers. We’ve grown aware of our surroundings. We’re all well aware of what’s to come as we open the next chapter

First off I would like to congratulate everyone for making it this far. I would like to thank my classmates, my friends, and my family. I especially want to thank our teachers, for always supporting and encouraging us. If it weren’t for the people who support us daily, we would not be where we are today. I would like everyone to turn to their families, and teachers to thank them for all that they have done for us.

I’d like to take this opportunity to thank my peers once again. Those of you who know me know I’m an entertainer. Well, you have all served as my audience throughout these four years, and you have motivated me in doing so. Your reactions to my personality and my creativity have been indicative and invaluable. I’ve learned more from all of you than from any teacher I’ve ever had. You taught me how to socialize. You’ve enlightened me on the facets of the human condition, the roots of happiness, and the dynamics of friendship. You have given me the life, the strength to keep me moving higher,

I had become field commander of our marching band, I was the 2015 Hancock County Jr. Fair Queen, my mom got a new job as a teacher’s aid (which at the time she didn’t know she’d end up hating it, but for now she’s happy.), and I could finally say I was truly happy with the way things were going. The thought of being a senior scared but excited me at the time. I have gone to Liberty-Benton for thirteen years and am the fourth generation to graduate from L-B. I was so ready to finally begin a new journey as a high school graduate and a college freshman.

As you may know me already, my name if Felipe Del Angel and I am from Penitas, TX. I am currently 18 years old of age and will be turning 19 on October 23. I recently attended Thelma R. Salinas STEM Early College High School. Many do not know this but I was actually in the first graduating class of this high school and I am honored to be apart of the first graduating class of Thelma R Salinas STEM ECHS. Throughout my high school years in this new school, there were unforgettable memories. Memories that can’t be forgotten. This was not the same as a regular high school. It felt like home, with only 120 students per grade level, the environment was so easily to adapt amongst each other. And that is what the real world is all about.

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.

This year has flown by quickly and sometimes I wonder where all the time went. When I first got my classes I was nervous because most of them were honors with two pre-AP classes. I learned that the classes were not hard if I studied and did my work. I wanted to drop out of my English class but my mother convinced me to stay in. My favorite class was science because we were always doing something interesting and I connected well with everyone. I got the opportunity to be in the school’s Show Choir which was amazing. I feel sad because in our Show Choir we are mostly composed of seniors so I got used to them and now I will miss them terribly. I feel like they were my second family.

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.

Good morning, Class of 2020. First and foremost, I’d like to congratulate all of you on a successful and memorable middle school career. To what can we attribute our success, and how can we define it? Yes, our clubs, sports teams, and music ensembles achieved phenomenal rankings, and our students perform exceptionally. However, Robert Muller once wrote: “What the world needs most is openness: Open hearts, open doors, open eyes, open minds, open ears, open souls”.

I have enjoyed my time at Mapleton Jr. High so much that I felt like I was losing a part of myself when I left the school today. Each of those students made a real difference in my life and were an example to me of what seventh grade can be like. As Mrs. Low announced my leaving today after our “academic social,” they collectively moaned “Nooooooo...” and then clapped and thanked me for the help I gave them. One young man even asked if he could shake my hand. I had not thought when I first arrived that they would ever respond to my absence in such a way. It reminds me of when I was graduating high school. I went to a small school and I had made an effort to not leave any ends open, yet I felt like I was leaving a part of me behind when I

Everyone has times in their life when they have to say goodbye. It’s often extremely difficult especially if they’re saying goodbye to someone they care about. My last day of high school was a very bittersweet day because I knew I had to say goodbye to my favorite teacher, Mr. Hoss. Mr. Hoss was my global history and government teacher. He was a very special teacher and truly cared about his students. He knew that I struggled a lot in his classes and he never gave up on me. He also had what the two of us called “Hoss Power” which would come into action whenever I was feeling stressed out. He always knew how to make me feel better with his kind words. He also gave me a feeling of reassurance because he knew no matter how much school work I had to do, I would get it all done. By the time it got to the last period of the last day of school, most students often wanted to go hang out with their friends, or go home. Spending time with Mr. Hoss was much more important to my sister, Jamie and I.

These past three years have been life-changing for me, but I am by no means done -. I plan to finish my last year of high school with a bang. Whether it means going all out for spirit days, or early mornings and late nights to get work done, I will always keep these valuable lessons in mind to make our school a better place- not because I'm the President or a mentor or a prefect or anything, but because I’m Christopher Mohan and that’s the way Thornhill raised

For the past three years I attended American Heritage School. It was a wonderful experience that led to infinite learnings and immense happiness. Even though myself and AHS have parted ways under the circumstances, I will forever remember such an incredible school. I wanted to thank al of my teachers that made high school unforgettable for me. I also want to thank the deans who over the years, have shown me the way and helped me through it. And last but not least, I wanted to thank Mr. Laurie, who gave me an opportunity in such an astounding school. Today I part ways with American Heritage, the place where i found peace and where i found myself.

We are all on a visual journey to our true selves, and every song and painting, every friend every enemy, another brick on the path; another thistle in the bush. Ours is a visceral journey, and some would compare life and it’s relation to the living as to the swelling of a wave and it’s lone rider. An instance of adrenaline and then we drown, we are helpless in

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.