Senior one parents will give a speech as poor students.

Start with a concise theme: "I am a poor student." Keep your voice down. When I came to this school at that time, I thought again and again that I could learn while playing. Facts have proved that I was wrong. Ha ha. (a self-deprecating smile. I believe there are many students who just want to play and don't want to study. Like me, they tell themselves to study again and again? Let's talk about it tomorrow. There is plenty of time. I just want to say,' We are not geniuses.' It's not like on TV, when you turn over the books, then you remember them completely, and then you get full marks on all the papers. (a delicious meal, and then some heavy said. ) We are already a freshman. (Dun) It's not that I haven't thought about my future development before, but these are all based on my being admitted to a better university. Now, by contrast ... (Silence for a while) (Slightly relaxed expression) I will definitely be admitted to the university I want to go to, I believe! Because I still have some time, it's not too late to repent. I am a poor student now, not bad! But I am not a poor student all my life. You will definitely see it later! I once saw such a story: once my fate was in my own hands, I went to visit a friend with a successful career and talked about my fate in small talk. I asked: Is there fate in this world? He said: Of course. Let me ask you one more question: What is fate? Since destiny takes a hand, what's the use of struggle?

He didn't answer my question directly, but just smiled and grabbed my left hand, saying that it would be better to read my palm first and tell my fortune. After telling me a life line, a love line, a career line and so on, suddenly, he said to me: reach out and do an action like me. His action is to raise his left hand and slowly clench his fist. Finally, he asked: Have you grasped it? I replied in confusion: Hold on tight. He asked again: Where are those fate line? I answered mechanically: in my hand. He asked again: Excuse me, where is fate? I was shocked and suddenly realized that my destiny was in my own hands!

He went on calmly: No matter what others tell you, no matter how the fortune teller calculates it for you, remember that your destiny is in your own hands, not others' mouths! This is destiny. Of course, if you look at your fist again, you will find that there is still a part of your lifeline outside and you haven't caught it. What enlightenment can it give us? Most of our destiny is in our own hands, but some of it is in the hands of "God". What am I afraid of now that my destiny is in my own hands? I am the major shareholder, and God is only a small part. Unless I'm really unlucky and knocked down by a small part of heaven. Ha ha. Not only I am, but also you. All the students who are similar to me, we are ourselves, but we are also the children of our parents. We are not only responsible for ourselves, but also for our parents. We can't be willful again and again, to abandon these responsibilities that will be very tiring, no matter how heavy! Well, my speech is over. Thank you.