學生畢業(yè)英語演講稿（精選3篇）

學生畢業(yè)英語演講稿 篇1

　　尊敬的老師，親愛的同學們；

　　大家好！

　　—既是老師,又是朋友,更是親人的尊敬和愛戴。學生即將遠行,請允許我們深情地道一聲:"老師,您辛苦了!謝謝你們的關懷和教育"。

　　我親愛的.學弟學妹們,你們是我們理學院的未來,是你們讓理學院代來了生機和活力,你們的努力和奮斗為理學院代來了榮譽,即使我們離校了也會感到無限的榮耀,在這里請允許我代表全體畢業(yè)生對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。"乘風破浪會有時,直掛云帆濟滄海。"讓時間作證,承載著我們理學院領導,老師們的殷切期望和深情囑托,我們一定會做擁有智慧并富有激情的人,做胸懷大志并腳踏實地的人,做德才兼?zhèn)洳⒂掠趧?chuàng)新的人,做富有責任并敢挑重擔的人!同學們,臨別之際,讓我們立下誓言:今天,我們以作為農大的畢業(yè)生為榮;明天,農大將會以我們?yōu)闃s!

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

　　我的演講完畢,謝謝大家!

學生畢業(yè)英語演講稿 篇2

　　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.

學生畢業(yè)英語演講稿 篇3

　　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!

　　敬愛的老師，親愛的同學：

　　這是我們在學校的最后一段時光了，在不久我們將離開我們的母校。

　　同學們，你們還記得嗎？我們一起在操場中嬉戲是多么的無憂無慮啊！我們在課堂學習上互幫互助，遇到不懂的題，我們大家一起動腦筋解決，那時我們多么快樂開心��！我們就像姐妹，軍訓的時候一起鍛煉，春游的時候手拉手一起走，我們是多么的和諧。學校運動會上拔河的時候，大家挽起袖子，“呵啊，呵啊”的努力，就是那股子團結勁是我們班屢次勝利。那些激動的時刻溫馨的'畫面你們一定還記得吧？那是多么刻骨銘心的回憶��！

　　敬愛的老師，你們對我們這些孩子是多么的關切��！孩子哭，老師安慰。孩子笑，老師陪同，您們對我們多好呀。熟話說的好：一日為師，終生為父。六年了，您對我們付出的點點滴滴我們要怎樣才能回報呀！我們在您們的關心和呵護中漸漸長大，從無知變的成熟，從膽小變的勇敢，每當看到您們疲憊的雙眼，我們就會聯(lián)想到你們深夜為我們批改作業(yè)的情景。

　　再見了，母校，我們會永遠記得你的。再見了敬愛的老師，我們永遠不會忘記你的教誨，再見了，親愛的同學，你們永遠是我最好的兄弟姐妹！