Graduation Speech - Original Writing

Ever since the beginning of history, women have been discriminated because of their gender. They were not allowed to attend school much of the time, couldn 't vote, couldn 't possess anything and couldn’t even work for themselves. Such denial of freedom has made females seem weak and unequipped for making their own decisions. Kids start to take in their sex roles at an extremely young age. Boys must identify what men do, what they like, and even how they think and feel. The girls do the same as they take in the parts for the women.

Nine years ago, I never could have imagined I’d be writing this essay. I was a senior in high school, and, like the rest of my classmates, I was apprehensive about the future. Unlike my classmates, I felt like I had missed the proverbial “you need to get your life together” message. I watched my classmates apply to colleges, their majors already decided and their future careers mapped out. While I was an above average student, I felt I lacked the decisiveness my classmates seemed to have. I did not feel passionate about a career or even a field of study. I felt defective. This was compounded by the financial strain I knew attending college would have on my family. It seemed wasteful to try to “find my passion” at school while squandering

Public participation is an important aspect of any community and benefits realized from inculcating it in the system of any public setup treats any possible problem. Some of the core merits any public institution produces is enabling the community to participate in decision-making and planning. For this reason, they are more likely to interact with established mechanisms. Moreover, apart from helping bring about a sense of community, public participation enables institutions to set goals and objectives that suit that long-term service delivery. San Diego Unified district school is among the many educational centers in the United States that have embraced this useful method to warrant continuous progress. Therefore, they recently organized a school board meeting on 27th September 2016 to provide an update on what was going on in the institution as well give the public an opportunity to discuss their concerns and contributions. This paper analyzes the nature and role of public participation in uniting the community and institutions that serve its members. Evidently, although the meeting had some hitches in terms of short notices and low ethnic representation, it was successful because the community and the institution discussed agenda and non-agenda matters and settled for proposals to increase engagement in the future.

It’s 1500 BC and you are face-to-face with your enemy in battle. Its Egypt versus India. You are a soldier in each of these civilizations, who will survive, you or him? What will you use to make sure it is you? Will it be a cudgel from Ancient Egypt or maybe a throwing stick? Maybe it will be a bow and arrow from Ancient India or a sword made with Damascus steel. In the next paragraphs I will introduce you to the weapons used during battle in Ancient Egypt and Ancient India. I will show you the similarities and the differences between the two ancient civilizations and which one had better weapons.

Hi, I’m Alexandria and I’m in the 11th grade, or a Junior in highschool. I usually love learning but this year I don’t have very good teachers so I haven’t been trying very hard in my classes; obviously I want good grades but nothing is interesting so I get distracted very easily and miss what the teacher says.

“When you teach Kindergarten you need stock in pencils, glue sticks, expo markers and bandaids.” (Hollenbaugh) I observed Mrs. Hollenbaugh’s kindergarten class for two different days. The first day I went was more based on assignments the students had and they did more reading. The next day was more for fun, plus they had specials. At this point the “big” kids, as they would say, were having Istep so we had to whisper in the morning which was great to see the kids be able to transition with the circumstances. Hollenbaugh had many ways to work around this and backup plans already set to do incase they needed them.

“Hey boy, what are you doing right now,” my uncle suspiciously glares into my soul. Urgh, I really hated it when he called me that. He dashes in and hands a piece of paper to me. “Do this” he chuckled as he crossed his arms. I took a single glance. Fractions? Math? WHAT! What did I do to get this type of punishment… Totally not fair. “I am not doing this.” I roared. He looked at me and said firmly, “Too bad. Do it or I will take away your computer.” He walks out promptly. Anger took over my body. I hate math, but I guess I have to do it. One day to the next, more assignments were thrown at me. I hated it. Will he always make me do these assignments? Shouldn’t I get a break like the other kids during the summer. I am going to hate summers with him. With time, my academics became stronger. There were no longer rows of “N’s”, or needs improvement on reports my mother brought home from the parent-teacher conferences. Hau would congratulate me by taking me out to ice cream at the mall across from our family’s apartment.

Good evening and welcome to the commencement ceremonies of the class of 2006. It has been a long journey, somewhere around 18 years, but we've finally reached the piece de resistance of our high school years.

This was the first week of school and I completed this thesis quite hurriedly. I was NOT prepared for the amount of summer reading (AP History, English, and Sacraments), so I ended up spending most of the first week in a zombified state of sleepwalking from class to class. I was taken aback when I accidentally submitted two versions of the assignment to Poll EV and both were voted to the top of our class. I hadn’t much time for proofreading and I barely remembered what happened in the novel at that point due to the fact that I was going on about half an hour of sleep.

Princeton was my Paris not Nolan. My parents talked to each other and asked me more questions about Nolan. They couldn 't believe that I finally had a boyfriend. "Boyfriend" and "Nolan" in the same sentence made me lose my appetite. Mom and dad told me they wanted to meet him soon.

By the time that Landon and I arrived to his mansion, the party had already started. Crazy, intoxicated teenagers were swaying their hips and doing every provocative move they could think of to the beat of the horrid, meaningless music.

I was walking to school, like usually because I missed the bus again. My house was only four blocks away and it was a rainy day and a cold one too. When I finally made it to school everyone was already going to their classes .

November 20th: a lovely cool-weather-ed day, without much worry or fear in the air; the day after my sister, who had been living at college, celebrated her birthday with us at her workplace. Overall, it was a wonderful day. It was nearing the winter holidays, after a long-needed break during the beginning of eighth grade. I was staying after school, playing in the Middle School ‘Jazz Band’, having a great time. Everything ended, and I packed my instrument away. Overall, the band was able to learn, and practice, many new pieces for the upcoming concert. I couldn’t wait to go home, relax, and do homework for the next school day! My grandfather picked me up in his white van, and started towards my house, not too far away from the middle school. We were about halfway to my house, when I noticed a drawer on the sides of the road, which looked extremely similar to the one in my house. I didn’t think much of it. It was just a strange coincidence. My grandfather and I were approaching my house, and I noticed one of my indoor-cats, named ‘Rocket’, running around outside, on my front lawn, frantically. There must be something going on. My grandfather, driving his van, reached the top of my driveway. I rushed out of his van to notice my front door wide open, with its wooden frame smashed. Something had to happen, and it wasn’t good.

If I had a phrase that I based my life off of, it would probably be "I 'll burn that bridge when I get to it." Instead of going to the library and getting a start on my résumé, I decided to stay home and continue to do absolutely nothing.

“You never do anything around the house,” my step dad yelled at me as I walked through the kitchen door coming home from school. Ignoring him; I continued to walk through the kitchen to go upstairs to my bedroom. The first thing I did was plop onto my bed and open my backpack to start my hours of homework I had ahead of me. I tried to complete all of my homework I had before having to go to work in a couple hours. All of a sudden my stepdad barged in my room. “You need to go do the dishes!” he yelled at me.