Graduation Speech :: Graduation Speech, Commencement Address

When I was in elementary school, I love to read. I was a total nerd back then(prenominal) ... okay maybe I still am, but one involvement has changed. Now I dont so much wish well reading. My favorite poet was Shel Silverstein, who wrote Where the pavement Ends. He seemed like he was a total hippie, but thats sang-froid because I like hippies. My grandma is a recovering hippie. I like her too. Any fashion, Shel Silverstein wrote about the coolest things. He wrote about magical erasers, eating whales and a male child with long hair flying away from people who were taunting him. He captured all of the things that I loved without knowing that I actually loved them. Now you may ask, how does this hippie relate to our graduation? Well, he wrote a poem entitled Traffic Light and this is how it goes The traffic light manifestly would not turn green So the people stopped to arrest As the traffic rolled and the wind blew cold And the hour grew Acheronian and late Zoom-varuum, trucks, trailers, Bikes and limousines, Clatterin by - me oh my Wont that light turn green? But the eld turned weeks, and the weeks turned months And there on that corner they stood, Twiddlin their thumbs till the changin comes The way cracking people should. And if you walk by that corner now, You may entail its rather strange To see them there as they hopefully scan With the very same smile on their very same font As they patiently stand in the very same mark And wait for the light to change. Last year I took Ms. Gilbert. A good chunk of you have as well. For those of you who didnt , if you looked around and saw pathetic-looking, sleep-deprived zombies, those were Ms. Abbotts victims ... I base students. As a direct result of her break, I cannot do anything without determination symbolism in it. Darn her for making me find meaning in life. What a concept The poem Traffic Light is dripping with symbolism. We, the class of 2003, have been standing at a traffic light.