Graduation Speech: The Wyoming County Community Fair

Recently we celebrated the New Year. We celebrated time: new year’s new tears, new year’s new fears, new year’s new cheers. Time doesn’t necessarily have a definitive connotation, does it? We have five minutes to complete this speech.
It may seem like a profusion of time when you're up here or even in the audience. Trust me though, in a week or so the memory will have this moment looking like it scuttled by in the blink of an eye. If you reach out to grasp it in the future, it’ll already be gone. You notice that time's supposed to be constant and consistent nonetheless, it truly isn’t. Moreover, neither are people, places, environment, memories, or life. This is often because we tend to build ourselves upon a foundation of temporary subjects.
We can sense when fall is coming into the atmosphere, grasp the vibes intuitively, and smell it in the air. The Wyoming County Community Fair is like a book marker in the timeline with a chapter title reading: “This is your last week of summer...make it count.” My fair is the book marker of change since the chances of becoming fair Queen, making it to states, and crossing paths with a million people you wouldn't have met otherwise is about as slim as the chance of getting struck by lightning. Entering the fair talent show and meeting performers from different areas doesn't happen in your everyday life. Who knows you might meet a new friend who plays the twelve string guitar, and has you realize months later that your passion for music now has you learning to play it yourself. (True story) I’ve left the fair this year, with new outlooks, new passions, unbreakable connections, words that were not left unsaid, and a new
I want to know all of you because I might not get this chance again. I want to know your story. Seeing that you might just impact my life in a way nobody else can and I to yours. The fair is important because of the connections, the chain reactions. The way out fair breaks down stereotypes and brings people of all ages, places, and perspectives to the same place. Events like becoming the fair queen is an expedition full of lessons. This past year I met someone who told me that when it comes to bright lights and colors he didn't like them. They appeared more belabor than anything. He liked gray, dull whites that glow in dark because unlike bright lights and colors it shows that there is more than what meets the eye. This led me to realize something. Examining the people I've surrounded myself with I came to a conclusion. I don't like “nice people”. The people who are nice, but aren't true to themselves. People who hide to fit into society's cookie cutter squares for, acceptance. You can't change the game if you let it change you first. I've discerned that it is far more important to be virtuous, and real. It is sacrosanct to open up and speak your deepest thoughts. Cry or laugh whether it is the right time or place, and make mistakes once in a while. If someone sees a red button with a sign that says “do not push” if their gut says, “do it” then guess what? They're going to be mutinous, and they're going to it. Sometimes a