Sunday, January 26, 2014

The Worse Graduation Speech That You'll Ever Read_ Entry 1_ Week 19

For the past eighteen years, our lives have been pretty smooth. Mom has faithfully made your chocolate-chip pancakes for breakfast and dad has been your personal ATM machine ensuring that you stay in the green. Friends have been ever faithful in keeping alive the memory of that time you got hit in the face with a dodge ball in P.E., and teachers have been even more faithful in ensuring our graduation rate is one- hundred percent.

As individuals, we have endured twelve years of emotional breakdowns, inadequate pencil stubs, crumpled up pieces of paper (at this moment Mr. Burge would normally make the statement that this could be a symbol of frustration), and have had late night coffee shots to help keep us awake in order to finish that one essay we only remembered to do at 11 p.m. As a class, we’re here. In this auditorium. In these gowns. After four years of hard, well- earned work. We came to AACT in search of a great education, and in return we now have a better chance at a great future.

A future filled with hope and dreams and accomplishments. And hot pockets. Because I highly doubt that any of us will make our first million until our mid-twenties- at the latest. But don’t allow yourself to be filled with greed for material things. Life isn’t always about getting the girl or even becoming a world- renowned film director… it is about doing what makes you happy and sharing that happiness with the people around you.

As Marianne Williamson once said: “We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ...  As we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”


Not only are we the class of 2014, but we are the graduates of we made it.


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