学生毕业英语演讲稿（精选3篇）
Dear teacher,dear classmate:
This is our last time in school,and soon we will leave our alma mater.
Students,do you remember? How carefree we are playing together in the playground! We help each other in class learning,we can not understand the problem,we all work together to solve the problem,then we are so happy and happy! We are like sisters.When we are training together,we are going to have a hand in hand when we go for a spring outing.How harmonious we are.At the school sports meeting,when we tug of war,everyone tried to pull up their sleeves.Do you remember the warm moments of those exciting moments? What a memorable memory it is!
Dear teachers,how concerned you are with us children! The child cried and the teacher comforted.The children laughed and the teacher accompanied us,how nice you were to us.Good to say: a day for a teacher,life for the father.Six years,how can we repay you for the little things you have done for us? We are growing up in your care and care, the maturity of ignorance to the bravery of being timid,and when we see your tired eyes,we will associate you with the situation of correcting our homework at night.
Goodbye,alma mater,we will always remember you.Goodbye,dear teacher,we will never forget your teachings.Goodbye,dear classmates,you will always be my best brothers and sisters!
敬爱的老师，亲爱的同学：
这是我们在学校的最后一段时光了，在不久我们将离开我们的母校。
同学们，你们还记得吗？我们一起在操场中嬉戏是多么的无忧无虑啊！我们在课堂学习上互帮互助，遇到不懂的题，我们大家一起动脑筋解决，那时我们多么快乐开心啊！我们就像姐妹，军训的时候一起锻炼，春游的时候手拉手一起走，我们是多么的和谐。学校运动会上拔河的时候，大家挽起袖子，“呵啊，呵啊”的努力，就是那股子团结劲是我们班屡次胜利。那些激动的时刻温馨的'画面你们一定还记得吧？那是多么刻骨铭心的回忆啊！
敬爱的老师，你们对我们这些孩子是多么的关切啊！孩子哭，老师安慰。孩子笑，老师陪同，您们对我们多好呀。熟话说的好：一日为师，终生为父。六年了，您对我们付出的点点滴滴我们要怎样才能回报呀！我们在您们的关心和呵护中渐渐长大，从无知变的成熟，从胆小变的勇敢，每当看到您们疲惫的双眼，我们就会联想到你们深夜为我们批改作业的情景。
再见了，母校，我们会永远记得你的。再见了敬爱的老师，我们永远不会忘记你的教诲，再见了，亲爱的同学，你们永远是我最好的兄弟姐妹！
尊敬的老师，亲爱的同学们；
大家好！
—既是老师,又是朋友,更是亲人的尊敬和爱戴。学生即将远行,请允许我们深情地道一声:"老师,您辛苦了!谢谢你们的关怀和教育"。
我亲爱的.学弟学妹们,你们是我们理学院的未来,是你们让理学院代来了生机和活力,你们的努力和奋斗为理学院代来了荣誉,即使我们离校了也会感到无限的荣耀,在这里请允许我代表全体毕业生对你们表示诚挚的感谢和衷心的祝福,祝福你们明天走的更好。
毕业是一首久唱不衰的老歌,是散场之后的余音绕耳,所有甜美或者苦涩的故事,定格为热泪盈眶的欣悦,依然真诚直率的目光,依然奔流激荡的热血,正牵引着我们再一次传唱,传唱那飘逝的日月春秋。"乘风破浪会有时,直挂云帆济沧海。"让时间作证,承载着我们理学院领导,老师们的殷切期望和深情嘱托,我们一定会做拥有智慧并富有激情的人,做胸怀大志并脚踏实地的人,做德才兼备并勇于创新的人,做富有责任并敢挑重担的人!同学们,临别之际,让我们立下誓言:今天,我们以作为农大的毕业生为荣;明天,农大将会以我们为荣!
我们要走了,理学院的老师们为我们所做的一切,我们暂时无以回报,我们信息与计算科学专业全体毕业生送上我们深深的祝福"祝:理学院——欣欣向荣,蒸蒸日上"。
我的演讲完毕,谢谢大家!
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 accompanying 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 print 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 comes 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 from the restaurant's bill of fare. And when they were served, he regarded them with a penetrating stare . . . Then he spoke great Words of Wisdom as he sat there on that chair: "To eat these things," said my uncle, "you must excercise great care. You may swallow down what's solid . . . BUT . . . you 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.
大学生毕业英语演讲稿篇3
Faculty, 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 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 committee, 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 completely 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 computer science graduate student social committee 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 establishment 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 complex. 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 computer 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 acceptable excuse for being ten minutes latefor 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 accompanying 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 print 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 comes 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 popoversfrom the restaurant's bill of fare. And when they were served,he regarded them with a penetrating stare . . .
Then he spoke great Words of Wisdom as he sat there on that chair:
"To eat these things,"
said my uncle,
"you must excercise great care.
You may swallow down what's solid . . . BUT . . .
you 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.