20XX年一位美国华盛顿大学学生的毕业演讲稿 本文关键词：华盛顿，美国，演讲稿，毕业，学生
20XX年一位美国华盛顿大学学生的毕业演讲稿 本文简介：20XX年一位美国华盛顿大学学生的毕业演讲稿[1]StudentSpeechDeliveredattheWashingtonUniversityEngineeringGraduateStudentRecognitionCeremony15May1997LorrieFaithCranorFaculty
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20XX年一位美国华盛顿大学学生的毕业演讲稿[1]
Student
Speech
Delivered
at
the
Washington
University
Engineering
Graduate
Student
Recognition
Ceremony15
May
1997Lorrie
Faith
CranorFaculty,family,friends,and
fellow
graduates,good
evening.
I
am
honored
to
address
you
tonight.
On
behalf
of
the
graduating
masters
and
doctoral
students
of
Washington
University
s
School
of
Engineering
and
Applied
Science,I
would
like
to
thank
all
the
parents,spouses,families,and
friends
who
encouraged
and
supported
us
as
we
worked
towards
our
graduate
degrees.
I
would
especially
like
to
thank
my
own
family,eight
members
of
which
are
in
the
audience
today.
I
would
also
like
to
thank
all
of
the
department
secretaries
and
other
engineering
school
staff
members
who
always
seemed
to
be
there
when
confused
graduate
students
needed
help.
And
finally
I
would
like
to
thank
the
Washington
University
faculty
members
who
served
as
our
instructors,mentors,and
friends.
As
I
think
back
on
the
seven-and-a-half
years
I
spent
at
Washington
University,my
mind
is
filled
with
memories,happy,sad,frustrating,and
even
humorous.
Tonight
I
would
like
to
share
with
you
some
of
the
memories
that
I
take
with
me
as
I
leave
Washington
University.
I
take
with
me
the
memory
of
my
office
on
the
fourth
floor
of
Lopata
Hall
-
the
room
at
the
end
of
the
hallway
that
was
too
hot
in
summer,too
cold
in
winter,and
always
too
far
away
from
the
women
s
restroom.
The
window
was
my
office
s
best
feature.
Were
it
not
for
the
physics
building
across
the
way,it
would
have
afforded
me
a
clear
view
of
the
arch.
But
instead
I
got
a
view
of
the
roof
of
the
physics
building.
I
also
had
a
view
of
one
corner
of
the
roof
of
Urbauer
Hall,which
seemed
to
be
a
favorite
perch
for
various
species
of
birds
who
alternately
won
perching
rights
for
several
weeks
at
a
time.
And
I
had
a
nice
view
of
the
physics
courtyard,noteworthy
as
a
good
place
for
watching
people
run
their
dogs.
It
s
amazing
how
fascinating
these
views
became
the
longer
I
worked
on
m
my
dissertation.
But
my
favorite
view
was
of
a
nearby
oak
tree.
From
my
fourth-floor
vantage
point
I
had
a
rather
intimate
view
of
the
tree
and
the
various
birds
and
squirrels
that
inhabit
it.
Occasionally
a
bird
would
land
on
my
window
sill,which
usually
had
the
effect
of
startling
both
of
us.
I
take
with
me
the
memory
of
two
young
professors
who
passed
away
while
I
was
a
graduate
student.
Anne
Johnstone,the
only
female
professor
from
whom
I
took
a
course
in
the
engineering
school,and
Bob
Durr,a
political
science
professor
and
a
member
of
my
dissertation
mittee,both
lost
brave
battles
with
cancer.
I
remember
them
fondly.
I
take
with
me
the
memory
of
failing
the
first
exam
in
one
of
the
first
engineering
courses
I
took
as
an
undergraduate.
I
remember
thinking
the
course
was
just
too
hard
for
me
and
that
I
would
never
be
able
to
pass
it.
So
I
went
to
talk
to
the
professor,ready
to
drop
the
ClAsS.
And
he
told
me
not
to
give
up,he
told
me
I
could
succeed
in
his
ClAsS.
For
reasons
that
seemed
pletely
ludicrous
at
the
time,he
said
he
had
faith
in
me.
And
after
that
my
grades
in
the
ClAsS
slowly
improved,and
I
ended
the
semester
with
an
A
on
the
final
exam.
I
remember
how
motivational
it
was
to
know
that
someone
believed
in
me.
I
take
with
me
memories
of
the
midwestern
friendliness
that
so
surprised
me
when
I
arrived
in
St.
Louis
8
years
ago.
Since
moving
to
New
Jersey,I
am
sad
to
say,nobody
has
asked
me
where
I
went
to
high
school.
I
take
with
me
the
memory
of
the
short-lived
puter
science
graduate
student
social
mittee
lunches.
The
idea
was
that
groups
of
CS
grad
students
were
supposed
to
take
turns
cooking
a
monthly
lunch.
But
after
one
grad
student
prepared
a
pot
of
chicken
that
poisoned
almost
the
entire
CS
grad
student
population
and
one
unlucky
faculty
member
in
one
fell
swoop,there
wasn
t
much
enthusiasm
for
having
more
lunches.
I
take
with
me
the
memory
of
a
more
successful
graduate
student
effort,the
esta
blishment
of
the
Association
of
Graduate
Engineering
Students,known
as
AGES.
Started
by
a
handful
of
engineering
graduate
students
because
we
needed
a
way
to
elect
representatives
to
a
campus-wide
graduate
student
government,AGES
soon
grew
into
an
organization
that
now
sponsors
a
wide
variety
of
activities
and
has
been
instrumental
in
addressing
a
number
of
engineering
graduate
student
concerns.
I
take
with
me
the
memory
of
an
Engineering
and
Policy
department
that
once
had
flourishing
programs
for
full-time
undergraduate,masters,and
doctoral
students.
I
take
with
me
memories
of
the
1992
U.S.
Presidential
debate.
Eager
to
get
involved
in
all
the
excitement
I
volunteered
to
help
wherever
needed.
I
remember
spending
several
days
in
the
makeshift
debate
HQ
giving
out-of-town
reporters
directions
to
the
athletic
plex.
I
remember
being
thrilled
to
get
assigned
the
job
of
collecting
film
from
the
photographers
in
the
debate
hall
during
the
debate.
And
I
remember
the
disappointment
of
drawing
the
shortest
straw
among
the
student
volunteers
and
being
the
one
who
had
to
take
the
film
out
of
the
debate
hall
and
down
to
the
dark
room
five
minutes
into
the
debate
-
with
no
chance
to
re-enter
the
debate
hall
after
I
left.
I
take
with
me
memories
of
university
holidays
which
never
seemed
to
apply
to
graduate
students.
I
remember
spending
many
a
fall
break
and
President
s
Day
holiday
with
my
fellow
grad
students
in
all
day
meetings
brought
to
us
by
the
puter
science
department.
I
take
with
me
memories
of
exams
that
seemed
designed
more
to
test
endurance
and
perseverance
than
mastery
of
the
subject
matter.
I
managed
to
escape
taking
any
ClAsSes
that
featured
infamous
24-hour-take-home
exams,but
remember
the
suffering
of
my
less
fortunate
colleagues.
And
what
doctoral
student
could
forget
the
pain
and
suffering
one
must
endure
to
survive
the
qualifying
exams?
I
take
with
me
the
memory
of
the
seven-minute
rule,which
always
seemed
to
be
an
a
cceptable
excuse
for
being
ten
minutes
late
for
anything
on
campus,but
which
doesn
t
seem
to
apply
anywhere
else
I
go.
I
take
with
me
the
memory
of
Friday
afternoon
ACM
happy
hours,known
not
for
kegs
of
beer,but
rather
bowls
of
rainbow
sherbet
punch.
Over
the
several
years
that
I
attended
these
happy
hours
they
enjoyed
varying
degrees
of
popularity,often
proportional
to
the
quality
and
quantity
of
the
acpanying
refreshments
-
but
there
was
always
the
rainbow
sherbert
punch.
I
take
with
me
memories
of
purple
parking
permits,the
West
Campus
shuttle,checking
my
pendaflex,over-due
library
books,trying
to
from
cec,lunches
on
Delmar,friends
who
slept
in
their
offices,miniature
golf
in
Lopata
Hall,The
Greenway
Talk,division
III
basketball,and
trying
to
convince
Dean
Russel
that
yet
another
engineering
school
rule
should
be
changed.
Finally,I
would
like
to
conclude,not
with
a
memory,but
with
some
advice.
What
would
a
graduation
speech
be
without
a
little
advice,right?
Anyway,this
advice
es
in
the
form
of
a
verse
delivered
to
the
1977
graduating
ClAsS
of
Lake
Forest
College
by
Theodore
Seuss
Geisel,better
known
to
the
world
as
Dr.
Seuss
-
Here
s
how
it
goes:
My
uncle
ordered
popovers
must
spit
out
the
air!“And
.
.
.
as
you
partake
of
the
world
s
bill
of
fare,that
s
darned
good
advice
to
follow.
Do
a
lot
of
spitting
out
the
hot
air.
And
be
careful
what
you
swallow.
Thank
you.