Graduation Speech: What Lies Ahead :: Graduation Speech, Commencement Address

I cried on my 18th Birthday. I cried because to me it signified that my childishness was over -- That I would never be able to relive some of the greatest moments of my life. I remember that day after school I was lecture to one of my good friends, Betty Lou, and I mentioned to her how sad it was that we would all soon be leaving County HIgh. Betty smiled and looked at me and said, But there is so much more in store for us ahead.Last October I was sitting in Mr. Foolers British Literature class and he had us read this poem by Louis MacNieceBirds flitting in and out of the barnBring back an Anglo-Saxon storyThe great wooden hall with the long fires down the center,Their feet in the rushes their hands tearing the meat. dead high above them they notice a swallow enterfrom the black storm and zigzag over their headsThen out once more into the mysterious nightAnd that, someone remarks is the life of man.As that poem had compared life to that of the flight of a swallow that enters a roo m, stays shortly and leaves, our t apieceer wanted each of us students to come up with their own analogy What Life Is LikeLife is Like a flower, which sprouts, and blooms, and finally withers with age.Life is Like a candle, which sparks, flickers briefly, then fades.Life is like a box of chocolates you never know what youre going to get.Life is like a poker game, each person is dealt diverse circumstances and we have to make the most of what we have.Life is like the sun, which rises, keeps moving constantly and finally sets on each new life.And as I essay to draw an analogy to lives that all of us have led and the paths we are about to embark on, I could not find a metaphor that accurately depicts all that has happened to us and all that will.There is no way to lump together the feelings of the first quantify you rode your bicycle without your father holding onto the handle bars, with the time you brought home an A on the essay you spent many sleepless nights perfecting. The emba rrassment you felt when you fell down at recess in a mud puddle and your mom had to bring you clean clothes to change into and the lesson you learned when you set your binder on the top of your car, forgot about it, and drove impinge on only to see your papers flying all over the road in the rear view mirror.