Graduation Speech

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Graduation speech for my school!

Submitted: April 30, 2009

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I’d like to start with a big huge warm welcome to everyone crazy enough to be sitting in this blistering heat just to see us get handed a scrap a paper some of you might call diplomas. Now that you think about it, these diplomas, they’re something. They symbolize the remarkable level of individuality and education that all of you have developed over these past one, two, or three years at this school. Furthermore, these diplomas symbolize the breathtaking level of pain that you may, or may not, have achieved over the years. But, as they say, life is a bowl of Tabasco sauce with dried prunes. Painful.

You know, my dad used to say to me, whenever I asked him what a word meant, he would say something very wise. He said there’s one of these beautiful things…they’re called dictionaries. I never understood him. Why pick up a dictionary if you have a human one sitting right in front of you? But then I hadn’t learned that depending on someone was wrong. You need to build your own fountain of knowledge yourself- you need to be independent. Not independent to the extent that you’re living in a dark hole next to little possessed mice the rest of your life- but independent enough that you can make the right choices, the best decisions for yourself.

As Mark Twain chided, “Don’t go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.”

As I chide to you, the air you breathe is the outcome of your own decisions.

How can you breathe with no air?

Take a step back in time now. Back to when the whole world was infested with cooties and large dinosaurs called teachers roamed the Earth. We stood as individuals immersed within boundaries that held us back from our true potential. What were these boundaries? They were our own very fears. The fear to ask our teacher to explain that question again. The fear to even ask our teacher anything. The fear to go to our friends for help, when we’d think they’d reject our pleas. The fear to stand out.

Take a step forward. Today, we stand, or sit, as individuals free of those boundaries. We are human blobs of jelly, free of the container!


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