Farwell I happen to be very fond of the art of word. I’ve got dozens of books, filled with poems in my room. Sitting down at my desk, I find myself yearning for a classic. Looking through the draws of my desk, shuffling through piles of essays and accolades, I run my eyes briefly over the words “Farewell.” Immediately, I am transported to a time not too long ago, standing backstage in the hallway of South Side Middle School’s auditorium, waiting to go on stage for our graduating ceremony. I had been graciously chosen by my classmates to write the Farewell Speech and then deliver it at the 8th grade graduating ceremony. Never have I ever been a natural on stage. I am to the stage as oil is to water. We just don’t go well together. I began …show more content…
My palms were sweating profusely and getting the paper slightly damp, making the ink smudge a bit. It was loud backstage due to the overflow of students waiting to go out and receive their diplomas, but I couldn’t hear a thing. The sounds were washed out by fear, sounding like the ocean on a stormy day. All the sounds were submersed by water. I must have looked petrified, due to the fact that a teacher had come over to “make sure I was ok”. Suddenly, I forgot how to speak properly but somehow, I managed to force out the words, “oh yes I’m fine, thank you.” But no, I don’t think I was. I heard the banal graduation music start to play. It was time to walk out onto stage. Suddenly, my legs felt like they were nailed to the ground. My heart started to become in sync with the abhorrent sound of the clock ticking in the hallway. I could no longer hear the familiar sounds of the atmosphere. I heard only my own thoughts. “You can do it!” “Don’t blow it for your whole grade out there!” “It’s only a five minute speech, it’s not that hard don’t worry.” “What if you pass out in front of the entire administrative department, your classmates, and