Graduation Speech: We Are the Dreamers of Dreams :: Graduation Speech, Commencement Address

Though our state isnt known for its frigid winters, the winter of my junior twelvemonth seemed to be the most frigid of my life. every(prenominal) morning I would trudge through with(predicate) mud puddles on my government agency to the distant portable toliet that received no announcements and was supplied with absolutely no heat. We were any assured that this was an underhanded scheme of Mr. Rives to keep us all brace in the morning. It got so bad that in a show of choler each student came to class with a blanket and sad formulation the day Mr. Rives was to be observed by administration. Soon enough, the heater was fixed. This showcase was just one of many casualties of construction the remodel of Staten our junior year threw us back in with the freshmen, walking around dazed merely impressed with what we saw, and leaving my first period class confused by the inability to solve our heater dilemma. The sense of confusion and entering something big than ourselves that were confronted with our freshmen year never really leaves us - no matter how satisfactory we became at Staten we were al modes caught in a whirlpool of change. After nowa age well all be embarking into different worlds, but the lessons weve learned together passim these four years of friendship, trauma, and dreams forget help guide us through the new mazes set up for us, and though we may not be together, the experiences weve shared will help us through. Ferris Bueller, an icon of all that is high gear school, stated that, Life moves pretty fast. If you dont stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. Though some of us will still testify that these years have kaput(p) by much(prenominal) too slowly, most will be willing to admit that theyve gone faster than we initially expected. Our freshmen year we entered Staten firmly locked in the cliques that carried over from mettle school, only to watch them slowly dissipate as we met new, exciting hatful in each of our c lasses. This was the year of the blessed late start days and the introduction of the seemingly impossible new standards. Our freshmen football team battled its way to an undefeated season as we powerhoused our way through the year, struggling to preventative afloat in the sea of new faces, traditions, and teacher reputations. Treading water we at last broke in to summer, eager to carry out plans with friends, new and old, and to load down a break from the homework we had finally grown accustomed to.