大學(xué)生畢業(yè)英語演講稿（精選3篇）

大學(xué)生畢業(yè)英語演講稿 篇1

　　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.

　　大學(xué)生畢業(yè)英語演講稿篇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.

大學(xué)生畢業(yè)英語演講稿 篇2

　　尊敬的老師，親愛的同學(xué)們；

　　大家好！

　　—既是老師,又是朋友,更是親人的尊敬和愛戴。學(xué)生即將遠(yuǎn)行,請(qǐng)?jiān)试S我們深情地道一聲:"老師,您辛苦了!謝謝你們的關(guān)懷和教育"。

　　我親愛的.學(xué)弟學(xué)妹們,你們是我們理學(xué)院的未來,是你們讓理學(xué)院代來了生機(jī)和活力,你們的努力和奮斗為理學(xué)院代來了榮譽(yù),即使我們離校了也會(huì)感到無限的榮耀,在這里請(qǐng)?jiān)试S我代表全體畢業(yè)生對(duì)你們表示誠摯的感謝和衷心的祝福,祝福你們明天走的更好。

　　畢業(yè)是一首久唱不衰的老歌,是散場之后的余音繞耳,所有甜美或者苦澀的故事,定格為熱淚盈眶的欣悅,依然真誠直率的目光,依然奔流激蕩的熱血,正牽引著我們再一次傳唱,傳唱那飄逝的日月春秋。"乘風(fēng)破浪會(huì)有時(shí),直掛云帆濟(jì)滄海。"讓時(shí)間作證,承載著我們理學(xué)院領(lǐng)導(dǎo),老師們的殷切期望和深情囑托,我們一定會(huì)做擁有智慧并富有激情的人,做胸懷大志并腳踏實(shí)地的人,做德才兼?zhèn)洳⒂掠趧?chuàng)新的人,做富有責(zé)任并敢挑重?fù)?dān)的人!同學(xué)們,臨別之際,讓我們立下誓言:今天,我們以作為農(nóng)大的畢業(yè)生為榮;明天,農(nóng)大將會(huì)以我們?yōu)闃s!

　　我們要走了,理學(xué)院的老師們?yōu)槲覀兯�做的一�?我們暫時(shí)無以回報(bào),我們信息與計(jì)算科學(xué)專業(yè)全體畢業(yè)生送上我們深深的祝福"祝:理學(xué)院——欣欣向榮,蒸蒸日上"。

　　我的演講完畢,謝謝大家!

大學(xué)生畢業(yè)英語演講稿 篇3

　　年幼的時(shí)候總是想快點(diǎn)長大，從未感覺到時(shí)間就這樣偷偷地溜走了。直到初三即將離別的那一刻，才發(fā)現(xiàn)舍不得對(duì)同學(xué)說一聲“再見”。幸好是再見，散了也還是會(huì)再相聚的。我期待著重逢的那一天，我們?nèi)匀粺o話不談，像今天一樣。

　　有人說初中的友誼最珍貴，沒有高中的繁忙，沒有大學(xué)的復(fù)雜，沒有社會(huì)的庸俗，有的只是單純的童真。只需彼此的一個(gè)眼神，就能心神領(lǐng)會(huì)，這樣的感情怎能讓人不留戀。

　　至今讓我意猶未盡的是我們的三班貌似很白癡的一個(gè)班啊，同學(xué)們一個(gè)個(gè)心志8成熟，看起來真的是幼稚哩，特別是某位可愛的小Z同學(xué)，活活脫脫一個(gè)小人偶嘛!臉蛋好捏到死，正所謂愛美之心人皆有之，而我卻可憐地被某些無良之人稱為“猴子”在這里，我要學(xué)魯訊，我要吶喊!沒天理啊，STEVEN死哪去了啊!但現(xiàn)在這樣純真的笑臉何時(shí)才能再現(xiàn)。

　　可不要以為我們只是一群胡鬧的孩子，學(xué)習(xí)的勁頭也不比任何人差。愛迪生不是也贊成要玩就玩?zhèn)�痛快，要學(xué)就學(xué)個(gè)踏實(shí)嘛!轉(zhuǎn)眼間，中考的那一天即將到來，我們也要三三兩兩地走進(jìn)考場。盡管結(jié)果不盡相同，但我們共同經(jīng)歷的事情永遠(yuǎn)不會(huì)遺忘。

　　看著老師那欣慰的面容，有期望也有惋惜。也許只有這個(gè)時(shí)候我們才會(huì)冰釋前嫌，盡管她嚴(yán)厲、羅嗦，我們還會(huì)在背后偷偷叫她“老尉頭”，可她還是我們最敬愛的老師。驀然回首，校園的跑道上有我流下的汗水;西面的小樹林里有我晨讀的痕跡;大理石的桌椅旁也有我遐想的空間……一切都還是那么熟悉。耳邊，傳來了張學(xué)友熟悉的聲音，“傷離別離別雖然在眼前，說再見再見不會(huì)太遙遠(yuǎn)，若有緣有緣就能期待明天，你和我重逢在燦爛的季節(jié)……”