大学生毕业英语演讲稿范文（精选3篇）
尊敬的老师，亲爱的同学们：
大家好！
我是,很荣幸能站在这里与大家一同分享我的大学！时光如白驹过隙，稍纵即逝，一晃四年的大学生活已接近了尾声，回想这几年来，有过欢乐，有过痛苦，自己在生活的磨练中也逐渐走向成熟。转眼离别的时候就要到了，真希望时间能够停留，让我再多点时间好好的享受一下大学里的生活。大学的生活真美好，回忆起来诸多欢声笑语。
四年前，我满怀梦想，背负期望，来到太原师范学院。四年后的今天，即将在不久的将来，开创属于自己崭新的明天。回首往事，感慨万千。有人说，丰富多彩的大学校园是一个熔炉，燃烧出每个人与众不同的精彩人生。我们经历大一的纯真年代，走过大二的轻舞飞扬，度过大三的茫然困惑，现在我即将告别大四的紧张与忙碌。在过去的日子里我们曾为考试，过级，考证紧张过；我们也曾在书本知识与实践中不断完善自己；无论是操场，图书馆，小广场，还是教室，宿舍，食堂，都曾有过我们的欢笑与泪水。
还记得刚踏入这所大学校园，对一切都充满新奇。我积极参加各项活动，加入社团，尽情地体验这种渴望已久的生活，充满着活力。带着这份激情与活力我度过了大学四年。大学四年里，我合理地安排自己的生活，并且注重自己各方面的发展。
学习上，在老师的悉心指导以及自己的不断努力下,在第一学年考核中,荣获院“二等奖学金”“三好学生”以及“优秀共青团员”称号，在第二学年，我顺利通过国家英语六级考试，在第三学年，荣获了国家励志奖学金，在第四学年，我以满意的成绩考入北京科技大学！
生活上，我最大的特点是诚实守信，热心待人,勇于挑战自我。我喜欢真诚、友好地对待每个人，微笑着度过生活的每一天。同时，我也积极得投入社会实践中，做过促销，带过家教，当过代理，这所有的经历不仅使我更加独立，而且使我更加自信，我的大学四年是忙碌的，但却是非常充实的！
工作方面，我从大二上学期开始就在系学生支部工作，支部工作比较精细，这对我大大咧咧的性格提出了挑战，但是我努力地去克服，认真完成每一项任务，最终得到了老师和同学的认可。
上，作为一名员，我一直以严格的标准要求自己，时刻提醒自己要“以身作则”。
在大学的这些年，我深深的知道了：人，不管到什么时候，一定要把自己的命运掌握在自己手里，而不是被生活所摆弄。为了做到这点，就要自强，就要让自己有实力去选择，而不是被选择。自己做决定，才能够做到无怨无悔。未来的生活怎样我们无法知道，但历经这四年大学生涯的磨炼，我确信，未来的日子将会是绚丽多姿的。经历了一个又一个人生的路口，我更加明白了自己要走的路。青春是无悔的，岁月是无悔的，坚持自己的信念，勇往直前，我们终会有所作为！
面对母校，我想说声谢谢，感谢母校为我们了学习求知的环境，为我们成长成才构筑了坚实的平台。感谢系、老师四年来对我们的关心和教育，是你们的辛劳，让我们能在生物系这个团结的大家庭中不断努力，让一届又一届的学生创造骄人的成绩。最后，祝愿太原师范学院越办越好，祝愿我们生物系的明天更加美好！谢谢！
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.