The Senior Speech Experience


Senior Speech Animation Oct 2014The Senior Speech Experience is designed so that each senior has to think, write and deliver a meaningful speech. Each senior begins the speech process in his English classroom where he selects his topic and then writes and edits his drafts. Once the speech has been reviewed and approved, the senior is given a coaching date and a presentation date to begin work on his delivery for the upper school community.

During his coaching week, seniors learn how to deliver a meaningful speech by concentrating on relaxation, body language, eye contact, tempo, articulation, projection, and establishing a connection with his audience. Weekly, the upper school gathers to listen to 3-4 seniors deliver their speeches to an audience filled with upper school boys, faculty, staff and parents.

Afterward, many gather to offer their congratulations and take photos. At the end of the year, the seniors vote to select the most memorable, well written speech of the year.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Senior Speech of the Year

2015 - Julain Baker & Chase Lubke

2014 -  Travis White
2013 - DJ Willoughby
2012 - George Rice
2011 - Mitchell Horning
2010 - Robbie Schwart
2009 - Sam Gold
2008 - Ben Moorehead
2007 - Kyle Frank
2006 - David McDuffie
2005 - Scott Vernon
2004 -Ahman Smith
2003 - Alex Emmer
2002 - Ryan Burns
2001 - Krager Sanders
2000 - Chris Brown
1999 - Corwin Miller
1998 - James Watson-Galbraith
1997 - Paddy Smithwick 
1996 - Marshall McDorman

Sample Senior Speeches




DJ Willoughby '13

Baltimore Fishbowl article: (or full text below)

"Boys’ Latin Senior DJ Willoughby Delivers Moving Eulogy In Memory Of His Best Friend"



            Jimmy, '12
 
                Trent, '12
 
George, '12
     

 

Written by: | Thursday, May 30, 2013 12:00pm

DJ Willoughby shown with Gina Molling, Boys' Latin theater artistic and managing director; and Charles Franklin, Upper School assistant head & dean of students.

DJ Willoughby shown with Gina Molling, Boys’ Latin theater artistic and managing director; and Charles Franklin, Upper School assistant head & dean of students.

At Boys’ Latin, the mandatory senior speech is a long-held tradition that each student develops, prepares, and delivers to the entire upper school. Some are funny; many are reflective. Then there was DJ Willoughby’s speech, a searing poem-slash-personal note to the mother of his best friend and former Boys’ Latin classmate, Zakary Aaron Osiris DeGross, who died from cancer at the tender age of 14.

DJ’s speech, which seemed to tumble out from somewhere deep down inside of him, profoundly affected the entire student body. “It was such a powerful speech delivery that shook the entire school,” recalled Gina Molling, Boys’ Latin Theater Artistic and Managing director. “There was not a dry eye in the house.”  With DJ’s permission, we re-print his speech below. EH

This is a poetic letter addressed to the Ms. Leslie DeGross.  In loving memory of my fellow classmate, friend, and brother, Zak DeGross.  It is entitled, “I Can Only Imagine.”

How do you live when you lose the person you can’t imagine living without?  I can only imagine that your days are plagued with doubt and disbelief? I can only imagine that each day falls down aimlessly like an autumn leaf?  I can only imagine that your days are cold even in July heat?  I can only imagine that grief sucks the life out of you slowly and unknowingly, like a leach?  I can only imagine that death grips your stomach so tightly that you can barely speak.  I can only imagine that the road to recovery is narrow and sleek.  I can only imagine that your eyes are heavy because the closest thing to death is sleep.  I can only imagine that your night air is saturated with noises and voices, of which you hear every peep.  I can only imagine that when you see my face, time collapses on space.  I can only imagine that you see flashes and split second images of his future that was limitless.  I can only imagine that my eyes are painstaking reminders.  School rings on fingers are splinters in your heart.  Everything I am and will be reminds you of everything he could have been and should have been. 

And still, I can only imagine that every hill is steep and that every hole is deep.  I can only imagine that your mind is filled with images of his empty seat.  The hole in your heart produces an empty beat.  An empty seat placed at graduation only cements the validation that your precious creation is gone.  You’re left with questions like, “Why does it hurt so long?”  You think you’re okay, and then you hear his favorite song.  You long for his presence because he was the very essence of good.  You wonder if it’s your fault, but you did everything you could.  With eyes full of fiery rain, you try to constrain, but that only heightens your pain which is so deep.  Every precious memory you keep, tucked away in the back of your mind because through your memories his light shines.  The glare from your son causes you to run from thinking of him, and tears run down your face because of the bitter-sweet taste.  Sorrow fills the air, and it’s hard for you to share.  Rightfully so, it’s not fair that you had to be the one to bear losing your one and only cub.  When you look out your window, the wind blows like ghostly souls, and sounds of death travel on the wings of crows.  Out of their beaks, loneliness flows, and the echoes remind you that every song is now a solo.  The eerie feeling turns your torso, and you wonder if your body is hollow because you poured out your soul in tears of sorrow.

But who am I to say these things? He, who only imagines, cannot fathom the eternal hurt of a childless mother.  Who am I to say these things? I can only imagine.  I can only imagine.  Words so deep tend to grip you by the spine, but I thank God for every single line.  The truth is explosive when left unspoken; but when let out in the open, it helps grieving souls that are coping with the loss of an individual that is critical to their survival.  Still, I am left pondering the ever perplexing question, “How do you live when you lose the person you can’t imagine living without?”  The answer is…you don’t.  You live FOR that person.

I hereby, dedicate my life to Zakary DeGross.  Everything that I will do that is pure and good shall be for you, Zak.  I give your soul permission to live vicariously through me.  It shall be my life’s work to do something worthy of your memory.  As Shakespeare said, “We are such stuff as dreams are made on” and we must move on…not with Zak, not without Zak, but For Zak.

 

 

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