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It was early May of 2017 at Hudson High School. My fellow classmates worried about their Advanced Placement tests, but the excitement of graduation was the dominant emotion of the week. The idea of moving on from our families and friends was practically the only thing everyone was talking about. Personally, I was consumed by stress and anxiety. Not by my Advanced Placement tests, but the idea of college.
When I peer my eyes open it takes a second for me to realize that today is the day. Today's the day I finally graduate college, the last day I'm at Stony Brook University. As I sit on my queen size bed, in a house I rented with my friend off campus, I ponder on what has happened, on what I learned and what I achieved this last four years. As I scanned the place I called home for 3 years I can't help but feel bittersweet that I am finally leaving it.
Today, our parents, relatives, and loved ones are here to celebrate us because we made it. We've passed the awkward middle school years. We are ready to face the high school challenges. Today is the day to remember our numerous successes and our failures. We remember our successes to recognize that we did pretty well.
How I Graduated High School Have you ever procrastinated for so long that it finally caught up to you? Well that was the story of my life in my senior year of high school. To me, high school wasn’t about learning and doing school work, it was more about hanging out with friends and living a life of leisure and free time. Needless to say, by the end of my sophomore year, everything changed and I learned things the hard way. Getting your responsibilities out of the way, and taken care of is always better done soon rather than later.
It’s almost time, everyone has been talking about this day ever since eight grade. The pressure was on once returning back from winter break only five months before the big day. So many emotions crossed my mind that afternoon when my English teacher passed out the schedule. From due dates, picture day, assembly’s, prom and finally walking across the stage with my class of 2015. I felt so speechless I could not believe that with a blink of my eyes how quickly four years of high school passed by I said to myself “It is
Gazing up at the blue summer sky, I inhaled my last sweet breath of adolescence. Draped in my white cap and gown I took a slow motion glance around me in an attempt to soak in every moment of this precious day: graduation. With my closest friends jetting off around the country to go to college I could not help but feel a tinge of jealousy sprinkled with an overwhelming sense of being a pariah- for I was doing the unspeakable, and heading fifteen minutes down the road to our local community college. As I spent the rest of that night dodging the question “what are you going to do with the rest of your life?” I tried to a fabricate an answer that would look good on paper as well as make everyone else proud of me as to never be caught off guard
Good Evening Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished faculty and administrators, friends and family, and, of course, the International Community H.S class of 2015. I am very glad to have this chance to talk to all of you at once. The sad truth is that this is probably my last chance to do that. We all accomplished one of the major early milestones of our lives: high school graduation.
It happened September 22, 2011. It was during seventh period athletics. No one can ever plan for something like this and others never think of it. My life was changed that day, I didn’t know it then, but now that I do I wouldn’t change it for the world. My day started like any other: wake up, go to school, then go home.
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