Graduation Speech :: Graduation Speech, Commencement Address

When I was chosen to speak tonight, I thought that as a track athlete it would be appropriate to compare life to a guide. Life is a washing, a race to each milestone in our lives.Kindergarten through fifth grade we had just entered ourselves into the race called education. We were about to interrogatory our strengths and find our weaknesses.The first twenty-four hour period of kindergarten we werent exactly sure what we were in for. any(prenominal) of us began to write our names and learn to read, while others ate Elmers gum tree and pulled little girls pigtails -- you know who you are.Middle school was our loosen up and preparation. We stretched ourselves to meet new-fangled people and some of them are steady sitting next to us today. Our crackling voices and newfound interests in the opposite sex who we usually met at the Skate Deck, distracted us from our upcoming race, but our teachers reminded us that our warm-up in middle school is like the race we would face in high s chool. We began choosing a path and preparing mentally for the challenge ahead.Freshman year, Mr. Donneys showtime gun panic-stricken us out of the blocks. We met those we would be running the race with and looked up to those who began the race before us. And for those of us who are in the vertically-challenged lie row, including myself, (Sarah, Deja) we literally looked up to them. Some of the challenges we faced as freshman were which luncheon line to stand in and deciding which one of the Fleming twins was cuter. To this day thats still a dilemma. Throughout the year, we were forced to pick up hurry in order to avoid the traditional freshmen trash can and locker stuffings.Sophomore year, we were finally ahead of others and gaining respect. Having moved up in the race, our timidness vanished, and allowed us to participate in assemblies and other school events. And of course Mr. Dononey scared us again, this time using his biology experiments.Junior year, we were finally uppe rclassmen. Our race began to fall victim to senioritis a year early. But Mr. Burts chemistry experiments rightfully lit a fire under us. To this day, I am still not sure if Mr. Burts eyebrows grew back. And of course, the baseball team drove us to be better. I think they used a Chrysler Minivan, but youd have to shoot Andy, Hal or Beau about that.