Monday, February 18, 2019
Graduation Speech: Ill Never Forget :: Graduation Speech, Commencement Address
During the years Ive been at surpass College, I have learned what it means to be an adult and make choices that determine my future. I began attending this college as when I was a senior at County High School. My graduating class was just whole over 100 students, and consisted of students predominately like myself. My first class here introduced me to a more(prenominal) diverse group of students and I had the opportunity to study with people of all ages and ethnicities. As I became involved with the colleges art and literary magazine and the student newspaper, I had additional opportunities to work with people from around the world. Its difficult to savvy how much we can learn from each other until we are given that opportunity, and I know that I was given that opportunity here at Best College. Now, after two years of hard work, I am ready to move on. Although Im excited about the undermentioned chapter in my life, I will never forget the tremendous people Ive met at Best C ollege. Many of the students Ive met and the teachers Ive had the privilege to learn from, have made significant impacts on my life. Stanley Kunitz wrote a poem called The Layers, of which I would like to share an excerpt with you I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am non who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I shin not to stray. When I boldness behind, as I am compelled to look before I can gather strength to proceed on my journey, I see the milestones dwindling toward the horizon and the slow fires trailing from the devoted camp-sites, over which scavenger angels wheel on heavy wings. In a rising wind the manic dust of my friends, those who fell along the way, piercingly stings my face. Yet I turn, I turn, exulting somewhat, with my will intact to go wherever I need to go, and every stone on the bridle-path precious to me. In my darkest night, when the moon was covered and I roamed through wreckage, a nimbus-clouded voice dire cted me Live in the layers, not on the litter. though I lack the art to decipher it, no doubt the next chapter in my book of transformations
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