Good afternoon classmates and invited quests.
Today we remarks the end of our infancy,
The end of our childhood,
The end of our beginning.

As a new graduate we look for the hope to the future
And then the future becomes the past.
It’s the point of our life to we begin thinking abut the past and the future.

I know when I was a child; I never gave those much thoughts.
I missed those days.

Robert Frost wrote about his cavalry huge, climbing the bough of tree. He wrote,
“So I was once my self a sooner a bur gee and so I dream of going back to be.”
So do I Mr. Frost, So do I.
Here on Earth.