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Speech for honor society induction
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Wow, it's already that time. All the high schools have pretty much ended they're years. Next up is us (8th graders). It's time for us to move on to be a freshmen at whatever high school that decided to let us in. We get to have a ceremony, which I'd love to attend with everyone. Cry and smile as we remember all the moments we shared together. Now don't get me wrong, I wouldn't cry because we're leaving middle school, no I would be crying because it's the last time we'll really be all together. We're all going to different high schools, we'll some people are. I know I'm going to be alone :/ sadly but oh well. Now this whole graduating idea would be making me smile, but actually, the closer it comes the more I hate myself. Why? Because I
won't be going, I believe I am graduating but not walking across the stage. The idea of having to wear a dress and feel like thousands of eyes are on me? I'd prefer not too. To start off, I hate dresses and a skirt wouldn't seem fitting for me either. Next would be the action of walking up to the stage while parents look at me, it makes me so uncomfortable to even think about it. As I type this, I feel sad that I won't be going but I also feel the sensation of vomiting because of my nerves. What will I be doing instead? Sitting at home, regretting I didn't go and probably crying. There is something I was thinking of doing though, I have been thinking of going to watch my old friends graduate. The thing is, they probably no longer remember me or care. Quick time out from this sad moment though, can I just say, never let a sad song come on while your writing something that's sad to you. Ok back to the point. So I might just stay here and watch everyone graduate, hopefully. I'll watch you guys from the crowd or something. I hope that's a great day for everyone... have fun.
My fellow classmen, as we look back on our years here at school we should remember the meaningful words of a fellow class member of mine when she said, "Dude, where's my iPod?" It's hard for me to think of a better way to describe the many layers of adolescence, because deep down aren?t we all "dudes?" Do we not all have our inner "iPods", and are we not constantly searching for them? Now, we're leaving our childhood behind to study the vast sphere we call planet Earth, into the notorious world of high school, where things will be so much different. Of course we will still have our varied studies, Geometry, Biology, maybe even Forensics or an Accelerated English class here and there. We will still struggle with the daily setbacks formed by peers and strict teachers and principals. But so much of our lives will change. The cars in the parking lot will be driven by, well, students. Our male friends will grow a little fuzzy around the face, and of course, our day will most likely begin with a bell that actually works.
In conclusion, I realized that my future depended on what I was willing and able, to make of it. I had to make the decision to put my fears behind me and move forward with the opportunities that would be available to me after I earned a college degree. I want to work in a career field that I went to school for and earned a degree for, not to just work at an everyday job, being overworked, under paid and unappreciated. I look forward to the day of graduation when I can be an encouragement to others experiencing these same issues and an inspiration to my children.
Wow, three years have passed and the last day is just as long as the first. Three years of hard discipline and learning to get used to homework every night. Three years of standing on the front steps waiting for my parents and saying goodbye to my teachers. I never thought the goodbye might be permanent. 6th grade came and I was looking at those giant 8th graders, and now I guess I’m one of them.
When I was in elementary school, I loved to read. I was a total nerd back then ... okay maybe I still am, but one thing has changed. Now I don't so much like reading. My favorite poet was Shel Silverstein, who wrote "Where the Sidewalk Ends." He seemed like he was a total hippie, but that's cool because I like hippies. My grandma is a recovering hippie. I like her too. Anyway, Shel Silverstein wrote about the coolest things. He wrote about magical erasers, eating whales and a boy with long hair flying away from people who were taunting him. He captured all of the things that I loved without knowing that I actually loved them. Now you may ask, how does this hippie relate to our graduation? Well, he wrote a poem entitled "Traffic Light" and this is how it goes:
Good evening. Some of you out there may not realize this but those of you who attended Suntime Middle School have been with this guy for the last seven years. I would like to ask you all, not just Suntime Middle School grads and who all else, to join me in thanking Mr. Weather for his patience and dedication to the success of our education over the years. We are the Class of 2000. The first graduating class of the new millennium. The past four years have been pretty wild. We started out as a bunch of rats in a small cage, but as time went by we learned and matured and became big rats in a new small cage, but in any case, the cage door is now opening; the handlers turning us wild things loose. As we leave "Where the Wild Things Are," home to some of the best cat fights, fist fights and food fights this side of the Cascades, I have a little surprise for all of you sitting in front of me here tonight in your caps and gowns … we ain’t seen nothing yet!
The oldest students in the whole school, the kings and queens, the leaders, the students with the well developed, massive houses. This day will be in our minds until we take our last breaths, so let us make the best of it. It’s crazy, you know? That during this exact moment last year, I could have been delivering my sixth grade promotion speech. All of my fellow seventh graders would have been. Younger versions of ourselves doing almost the exact same action. It is insane that the exact same thoughts will be swimming throughout our eighth-grade heads. Same thoughts for years to come. This is why this day is important. All of these thoughts, feelings, and moods that come to mind when the eighth grade is mentioned might be a tad bit frightening, but it only means we are a stride or two closer to becoming
Fast forward three years later, I am struggling in school, I am homesick and I am not motivated. I see all of my peers engaged in their programs, beginning
Over the past four years, we have grown from insecure, immature freshmen to successful, focused and confident young adults. This incredible transformation has been the result of our entire high school experience. Everything from that first homecoming game, to late night cramming, to the last dance at prom. These experiences have pulled us together as a class and we have learned to love and respect our fellow classmates.
High school is a jungle. There are silent rules that can’t be broken and foreign territories with boundaries that can’t be crossed. Entering the high school battlefront is life changing for everyone, especially freshmen, and that is just the beginning of the next four years of their life.
When I was chosen to speak tonight, I thought that as a track athlete it would be appropriate to compare life to a race. Life is a race, a race to each milestone in our lives.
The evening of my 8th grade honor roll ceremony is one of my favorite memories from middle school. Most people would choose graduation –or as my school liked to call it, promotion- but graduating wasn’t very special to me. Anyone who passed all of their classes with a D or above could graduate. That’s practically everyone in my grade! Another reason graduation wasn’t as important to me was because it was just middle school. I still had the two big ones. high school and college graduations. But the honor roll ceremony? That was something I was extremely excited to be a part of.
Have you ever been nervous and excited for something at the same time? That is how I felt during my last year of high school leading all the way up to graduation. I had never sat down and figured out what I wanted to do with my life; I would always pick something then switch to something else almost immediately. Graduation day was that epiphany for me that I really had no idea what I was going to do with my life even though I was accepted to LSU and declared a major in Computer Science.
You know, it is really strange how quickly time passes, after spending my whole childhood wishing I was an adult, now here we are and it's a little hard to grasp. It feels like just yesterday I was standing here in the same position at eighth grade graduation. Ahh, middle school, such a joyous time for all of us, free of maturity and not a care in the world. The biggest decisions I ever had to make then was deciding which group to stand with at passing time and choosing which shirt from my extensive collection of Stussy and No Feat apparel to wear. We were all naive to the danger that lurked just around the corner. We were unaware that the carefree world we lived in was about to come crashing to the ground in a blazing inferno of real school work and responsibility ... otherwise known as high school.
The school year started off with my parents telling me to take standardized tests that would allow me to get into any school that I wanted to attend after graduation, but that only furthered my worries as I was just starting to research majors that I wanted to study. After many months of people asking me what I wanted to do with my life, I finally learned to just stay undecided until something came to mind. This semester is still full of questions and concerns for what I’m going to do and where I’m going to go after graduation, but I have learned to take it slow and wait for something that makes me the
For most people their graduation day is one of the best days of their lives. No more high school, and for some it means that they are now able to move out on their own and embark on the independent journey of college. In my case my graduation day started out to be a great day but turned out to be one of the worst. It is almost as if I wish I never had a ceremony. If there wasn't graduation ceremony there wouldn't have been an accident.