This week we review a few humorous posts involving graduation.
Chase McFadden, over at Some Species Eat Their Young, was chosen by the high school he teaches at to deliver the commencement address to the Class of 2011. His speech, titled “Go Find Your Rock,” demonstrates how to combine enough meaning so that the graduates go away with something more than a diploma, with enough humor to keep the graduates’ attention while they bake in the blazing sun under dark caps and gowns, wondering when they are going to eat lunch and get money from their relatives.
It reminded me of Woody Allen’s speech to the graduates, titled “My Speech to the Graduates,” first published in the New York Times in 1979. I would have sat under two caps and two gowns to hear the Woodman deliver this speech. I don’t think he would have enjoyed the heat, though.
I saved the best for last. A recent MBA graduate named Debbie posted an eHarmony video in hopes of, I imagine, finding companionship en route to everlasting love and affection. The first 35 seconds of the clip are a little slow, but the content after that makes me wonder how anyone could resist asking this young woman for her number.
And that’s a wrap. Enjoy the weekend.
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Chase’s speech rocked. Okay, no pun intended originally but I liked the sediment. (If you have a listing of Punsters Anonymous, let me know).
Anyway, I’m going to read that speech to my Grade 9s on their last day. It’s not grad, but it’s close enough. Thanks for reminding me about it!
Ore welcome, and may they start Grade 10 boulder than the year before.
Chase’s speech was wonderful, and Woody Allen’s was, of course, vintage, Woody Allen, but here’s the speech that you will never hear at a graduation – that every graduate should hear: “Congratulations. You’re Lucky!” http://blog.davidgilfix.com/2011/05/congratulations-youre-lucky-some.html
David’s speech is definitely a must read for grads. Thanks for sharing.
I thought I posted on this, but I don’t see it here. Hmm.
All I can say (this late to the party is) that poor, poor eHarmony cat-girl. May she have a long life. In an apartment somewhere. That allows *weep* cats.