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Senior Speech
Around late April of last year, my little 11th grade self noticed a lack of boisterousness in the 3rd floor hallways between classed. I began to wonder where the seniors had gone. Had they been absorbed by the musty, dirty fabric of the breezeway furniture? Had they decided, on a whim to skip school and were they off partying?
It wasn’t until a year later that I really understood what they were up to-IB exams-the pinnacle of our career as high-schoolers at ECA. Though I know, there really isn’t anything quite spectacular about them. After all testing was done and safely in the past I thought, wait, my high school career couldn’t have ended in a series of exhausting, torturous exams. Well, it wasn’t. But it was during this time that I had what we like to call a revelation.
After having completed my math and biology exams, I realized that after 13 years at ECA, I was done with it. Onto bigger and better things (as we say to lighten the fear of moving on and going through that big change from childhood to adulthood).
After this, I was, and am a bit spooked. I’m going to be breaking through the ECA bubble into a life of cooking for myself, doing my own laundry, cleaning up after myself, staying up with friends until all of the ungodly hours of the morning (just because I can), meeting new people, getting to know a new city, ect.
And soon, it wasn’t just IB exams which had taken the seniors away, but this monumental change which had scattered all of them across the globe. My own brother, who I had never thought of as a very independent sort, had already moved on and was doing all of those things which had freaked me out so. He is the kind of guy that never made his bed and ate three complete meals of cereal a day simply out because he was lazy. I thought, well, if he can do it, so can I…so can we.
Well, now we are on our way there, to the land of independence. So I would like to express to you, in these finals words, that through all of our fall outs and make outs, break ups and make ups, I will carry everyone of you with me in my memories. Whether it be in a song I hear, or a joke, a scent, a flavor, or even the sight of one particular bug crawling on the ground, you are all with me.
Thank you.
hope it's not too cheesy
Around late April of last year, my little 11th grade self noticed a lack of boisterousness in the 3rd floor hallways between classed. I began to wonder where the seniors had gone. Had they been absorbed by the musty, dirty fabric of the breezeway furniture? Had they decided, on a whim to skip school and were they off partying?
It wasn’t until a year later that I really understood what they were up to-IB exams-the pinnacle of our career as high-schoolers at ECA. Though I know, there really isn’t anything quite spectacular about them. After all testing was done and safely in the past I thought, wait, my high school career couldn’t have ended in a series of exhausting, torturous exams. Well, it wasn’t. But it was during this time that I had what we like to call a revelation.
After having completed my math and biology exams, I realized that after 13 years at ECA, I was done with it. Onto bigger and better things (as we say to lighten the fear of moving on and going through that big change from childhood to adulthood).
After this, I was, and am a bit spooked. I’m going to be breaking through the ECA bubble into a life of cooking for myself, doing my own laundry, cleaning up after myself, staying up with friends until all of the ungodly hours of the morning (just because I can), meeting new people, getting to know a new city, ect.
And soon, it wasn’t just IB exams which had taken the seniors away, but this monumental change which had scattered all of them across the globe. My own brother, who I had never thought of as a very independent sort, had already moved on and was doing all of those things which had freaked me out so. He is the kind of guy that never made his bed and ate three complete meals of cereal a day simply out because he was lazy. I thought, well, if he can do it, so can I…so can we.
Well, now we are on our way there, to the land of independence. So I would like to express to you, in these finals words, that through all of our fall outs and make outs, break ups and make ups, I will carry everyone of you with me in my memories. Whether it be in a song I hear, or a joke, a scent, a flavor, or even the sight of one particular bug crawling on the ground, you are all with me.
Thank you.
hope it's not too cheesy