Graduation Speech - Original Writing Essay
My grandpa has always told me how lucky I am to be able to attend such a great school. It never came to mind why he would always say that to me when I brought up school. It wasn’t until I really saw what it meant to attend a good school and live in a nice home. I never thought of the importance of being employed or what happens when your parents aren’t able to provide for you. I never realized how to be thankful for my life until that day.
I woke up early and put on my pink skirt just as if we were going to my school. My mom picked out something else for me to wear instead. It was an outfit that was more along the lines of school uniform colors and not sparkly converse. I got into the car with my mom and little brother Buddy. The drive was longer than I expected, but Buddy and I were excited to finally be able to spend an entire day with mom. The town we went through wasn’t as colorful as Marysville. On the contrary, there weren’t as many flowers, flags, or families walking with their dogs. There were homes with boarded up windows and lots of trash everywhere.
My mom slid her badge into the I.D. scanner and then walked into the entryway of the school. The inside had vibrant artwork that was surprisingly cheerful for the outside. As I walked down the hallway, I admired the artwork from other children. It was much better than my artwork that was hanging on the fridge. The students were charming. The saying hello to me in the hallway on my way to the 4th-grade…