Graduation Speech: A Poem for Graduation :: Graduation Speech, Commencement Address

As freshmen, life was overwhelmingly, exhaustingly demanding,Eat, sleep, and school.Dont trip and fall in move of seniors,And dont act like a fool. Each adorn is like a baseball field,The teachers all would tell.So why potentiometert I find room 222?Oh great, at that place goes the bell. No twinge from the sports team try appearsCause all we made was JV. man upperclassmen said, thaz aightWe would yell, yippee I know, how sedate were we? But what amazing concepts to graspWho knew bands could play real notes?And lunch could brood of nothing, but HoHos,And we could wear hats, and coats. Notes to make, tests to take, work to fake,Theres just not time enough.Can you believe papers have to be typed?Our lives were real tough.... OR NOT Now we look at the freshies and thinkWe couldntve have been so annoyingly immature.I cant be seen standing next to this beastie,Come on, lets sneak out the door. As sophomores, slumped over with attitude and rightsWe were still a wee import too callo w.What is she wearing... oh man, how grotesqueHow we wallowed in being so shallow. What an awkward socio-economic class it was to endure,Not freshie, but still no respect.Some attracting significant others,While some had the opposite effect. We could be found playing or attendingThe football games, soccer, and track.Praying our moms wouldnt be forced to drive us,Begging rides to and from, onward and back. As juniors, 9-11 united the school,Age does more than our years on earth. refer for loved ones, with more on our minds,Those that mattered, things that had greater worth. All too soon, junioritis infected one and allIn not 2, not 5, but 7 classes.Who needed food, we saved homework for lunch,And more signatures on bathroom passes. With heartily weather, like eggs, we were starting to crack,SATs, college visits, straight As,Spring prom, leaping break, and spring in our steps,Those minutes dragged on like days. As seniors, were awesome, there are none who compare,We have wit, hum or, charm, looks, and class.Four years of work, winning, whining, and wrath,Are segmentation of our glorious past The snowball attacks, the Iraq war