Graduation Speech -- Graduation Speech, Commencement Address

The Class of 2012. How long have we heard these words applied to us? Long years starting with broken crayons in kindergarten to inside-out sweatshirts in middle school to deep English essays 13 years of learning from the simplest counting to complicated algebra and calculus, from reciting our rudiment to reading Shakespeare. Imagine, us coming out of our respective middle schools into this monster of a campus. With three times as many people people who drive. sight who have cars and are legal adults. Weve been here for four years. Count the quarters there are 16 of them. Remember freshmen year that infatuation with older students, and how universe friends with a senior gave you immeasurable social status? There were some sophomores who didnt tease us for being freshmen, and we clung to them. Remember walking in late to every class on the first day of school, and maybe the second... maybe the third... Every morning we rode the yellow school bus. Our first pep assembly was amaz ingly loud and we walked out half-deaf. The cheerleaders were trying to get us to shout something, alter we figured out it was double-oh. Remember when our commitment to graduation banner was stolen out of the program library? And that first last, day of school promising to meet everyone again come September. Four down, 12 to go. Sophomore year. Well, maybe by the time we were sophomores we may not have been completely settled into our own high-school persona but at least we knew where we were. And maybe, that first day of school, we still were late to every single class. We intentional the meaning of the word sophomoric that year, and teased the freshmen, getting some symbolic retribution for what the sophomores did to use the year before. Eventually... ...ers ago, so were we. Yesterday has passed. Now we stand on the bound of adulthood. We have counted the cost, weve counted the quarters and paid the price, weve paid four years. Sixteen quarters. Right now we all have a legacy that weve left on Ayer highschool School, a legacy developed from four years of walking down the halls, eight semesters of sitting in the classrooms and sixteen quarters of developing our personalities. We were the anxious freshmen, the obnoxious sophomores, the lazy juniors and the graduating seniors. But, in 10 years, who are we going to be? Will we still drink Sobes, Jones or Yogochinos? Have the same wallpaper on our computing device monitors? Will we still fly out at any hour of the night to go to Dicks or Taco Bell? some(prenominal) the answers, what weve each learned here will remain at the core of the people we become. We are the Class of 2006.