Fourth Grade Graduation Speeches

You! Yes, I’m talking to you. Do you like school? I know you shook your head and wrinkled your face“no”, How about grades? I used to hate grades and not care about them. In elementary school, I didn’t know what they were until fourth grade. I usually thought teachers checked our knowledge to test and ignore the number of mistakes we made as long as we learned from them. I’ll tell you what, it’s “NOTHING” like that, especially in middle school. Back then I didn’t care about retakes or bad grades, but then something shot me like a ray of sun into the person I am today.

Hi today I want to say what a great year we have had and for the fourth graders and under it's going to be a great time here all the way to fifth grade. You might meet some new friends you might not you might like something new like math or science but my point is change is sometimes good and dont be afraid of change.

I started writing my first real essay in the Eighth grade, and I never knew why I was given such an awful task. I am a terrible English/Writing scholar and I never could comprehend the concept of writing. I put a lot of work and heart into my first essay, but that still didn’t get me the grade that I wanted. Needless to say I got a “D” on the essay. I was extremely disappointed in the grade I made and I wanted to reject writing all together, but that is not the kind of scholar I am, so I began my journey during my Eighth grade year to become a better writer. I had many academic goals that year, but my main goal was to excel on the English state writing test at the end of the year. The test would determine if I moved on to ninth grade English or if I would get placed in a pre-high school English program. To achieve my goals I knew that I was going to have to work hard not only on developing the papers I write, but also making sure they are grammatically correct, interesting, and that each story or essay gets the main point across as well.

Now that you are going into 6th grade, I thought I would give you some tips about Middle School. I honestly think that you are going to love Middle School at first you might be thinking this is going to be the worst year of my life, but you're wrong you are going to love it so much that you won’t want to leave.

Middle school. We all started this journey as innocent little 5th graders. We are at the bottom of the totem pole. Big scary 8th graders shout at the back of the bus. Unfamiliar words and phrases are spoken in the air. This will be you one day.

As the school year is drawing near, I want to express how much I appreciate the kind things you have done to support me over the past two years. As a newcomer to middle school, I’ve needed your guidance. The schedule you work is unbelievable, and yet you maneuver your time to help me work out dilemmas I need to resolve. There are other teachers on our faculty who would agree with the important part you play in helping us work through out daily lives.

The last nine years have gone by so fast. Watching my sister graduate back in 5th grade, I never thought this day would come. The only thing I was thinking about was when we would eat dinner that night. Now that this day is finally here, I can't believe it. I have had so much fun and made so many great memories here at St. Mary's. Walking into kindergarten with my parents to meet my teacher, I was nervous. I never thought I would make so many friends. Then, kindergarten was over and it was off to first grade. I had my own desk, and there was no nap time. After experiencing my first fire drill and growing bean plants by the window, it was time for second grade. In second grade, I made my first communion and I played an angel in the Christmas pageant. Then it was over, and my last year at the PGC began. Third grade was one of the best school years I had. I loved watching Because of Winn Dixie and reading books on Mrs. Wetherald's couch. Third grade went by in a flash, and my time at the PGC was over. I was very nervous to move to the UGC, but after the first week, I knew I was going to have a lot of fun. Gym class was so much different from the PGC, and I liked it a lot more. Fourth grade seemed to last forever, having fun with my friends and doing word searches while sitting in bean bags. However, all good things must come to an end.

Each one of us on their current life has elated and ecstatic moments that will often be recalled to your mind. However, there are these special times that will be recollected deeply in your heart and it will never be forgotten. In fact, I have many blissful memories, but the one I recollect the most is authentically my 8th-grade graduation which took place on June 19th, 2017.

Hi, Mrs. Anderson! It's Tabbi and I was wondering about the eighth grade graduation video. Every year Mrs. James made a video that included baby pictures and other pictures from there time at Norwood. So, with Mrs. James no longer at Norwood will the graduating class still get a video? If no one is making a video who could I get in contact with to see if I could make the video. I would love to volunteer my time to make a video they will enjoy for many years to come.

I want to start by congratulating you on making it to this point in life because I know it was not easy. Being a senior is not as fun and easy as everyone says. This year will be filled with nothing but stress and work. Believe me when I say you are going to want to drop out on numerous occasions this year. At times, teachers, students, and administrative staff will not make the thought of dropping out any better. But this year you will discover who you are and who you want to be. The roads may seem dark but you will get through it.

Some of my favorite memories include the Christmas play in tenth grade, our field trip to the osteopathic school, the many stressful hours we spent decorating and coming up with costumes for spirit weeks, our junior/senior trip to Busch Gardens and this year’s banquet, and our senior trip to Washington, D.C. Throughout the years, we +have grown together spiritually and tried to make a difference in our school, but we have also had a fair share of disagreements among each other. Not everyone agreed on every idea that was mentioned, but in the end, we figured it out and were

I was thinking here lately about when I met you my freshman year and you have made the biggest impact on me and I can’t explain how blessed to have a great counselor, teacher and most of all a great bond that can never be broken. Freshman year was a alright year even though I was fourteen and not used too it but you made that better. The reason I am doing this is because I respect you and love you as a teacher but sometimes I may act like a little brat but that is okay because at the end of the day I do what I am supposed to do and you do the same you will always be appreciated by me, and everybody that you have helped over the years you have always done, you are a hard working women and you deserve everything you get.

I learned to read and write at about the age of five, but I did not begin to learn how to read and write in English until the age of 12. During my early childhood, I lived in Mexico consequently my literacy focused solely on the Spanish language. Not to brag but as an eleven year old in fifth grade; I was probably reading at a twelfth grade level. I was pretty proud of myself. During the time in which I lived in Mexico, I was always number one in my class. Year after year, there was always competition for the tittle, because at the culmination of every academic year the top three students with the highest grades and test scores would be awarded the only award of the year; an academic achievement award. There was no nonsense of “best effort”, or anything of the sort. There was only number one, two, and three. And every year, up until I moved away I held the first place title. I must admit, the title didn’t mean much to me, but it meant a lot to my parents. I wasn’t just academically proficient, I liked to spend my time playing outside, riding a bike, or playing a sport, and from time to time there would be an altercation and it was time to brawl. Anyhow, I always got along with my teachers. I think there was a mutual appreciation. They wanted to teach and I wanted to learn, and I was great at it.

“No one is ever going to believe in yourself for you” –The Color Morale; a statement I’ve known all too well. For as long as I can recollect I have continually struggled with my self-worth. As a child my parents always preached about the importance of an education, “In order to be someone in this world you have to have an education.’ The words were engraved in my head and for a while my main focus was my education and pushing myself to my full potential. Growing up I consistently made honor roll. Elementary school consisted of me changing to specific classes that were designated for students who were academically above the rest of the grade level. I took much pride in my education and there was nothing that could stir me off course.

English class seemed to be the most dreadful to take within school. Writing essays for most of my grade in a class is not what I was looking forward too. When I entered college I knew that it would be one of many challenging classes I would have to take. Starting from the lowest English class to moving on up, the writing assignments became longer and more thought out. The time came when I got into this class that I knew more work was going to have to be put into essays and thus brought out what I had not seen before in my work progress.