Graduation Speech :: Graduation Speech, Commencement Address

When I was in elementary school, I love to read. I was a total nerd back then ... in truth well maybe I still am, but one thing has changed. instanter I dont so much like reading. My favorite poet was Shel Silverstein, who wrote Where the Sidewalk Ends. He seemed like he was a total hippie, but thats cool because I like hippies. My grandma is a recovering hippie. I like her too. Anyway, Shel Silverstein wrote roughly the coolest things. He wrote about magical erasers, eating whales and a boy with long hair flying away from people who were taunting him. He captured every(prenominal) of the things that I loved without knowing that I actually loved them. immediately you may ask, how does this hippie re youthful to our graduation? Well, he wrote a verse form entitled Traffic Light and this is how it goes The traffic light simply would not turn green So the people stopped to deferment As the traffic rolled and the wind blew cold And the hour grew dark and late Zoom-varuum, trucks, trailers, Bikes and limousines, Clatterin by - me oh my Wont that light turn green? But the days dour weeks, and the weeks turned months And there on that corner they stood, Twiddlin their thumbs till the changin comes The way redeeming(prenominal) people should. And if you walk by that corner now, You may think its sort of strange To see them there as they hopefully gaze With the very same smile on their very same face As they patiently stand in the very same place And wait for the light to change. Last year I took Ms. Gilbert. A good ball of you find 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 mean students. As a direct result of her class, I cannot do anything without finding symbolic representation 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 lig ht.