Dear guests, teachers, parents, and fellow students,
I'm Wang Jianing, a graduating student from the Film, TV & New Media Concentration, Class of 2025. Though I once joked about wanting to be a "thoughtless potted plant," today, I stand before you full of thoughts, feelings, and memories I can't wait to share. This might be the first time I've introduced myself like this to so many people, but trust me—it'll be the memorable one.
People always say every meeting starts a silent countdown to goodbye. The past year, I've lived by that ticking clock, wrapped in the warmth of BNBU's "bed"—not just a physical place, but a home for dreams. At night, as my laptop hums shut, I'd drift off and dream of ideals and passion. In those dreams, I saw Dr Tsz Yuen Lai rebuilding art's aura through media innovation, Dr Xue Yongxian dissecting film market logic with classical cases, Dr Wu Minyu dancing through numbers to explain industry dynamics, Dr Wang Tianding grounding us in film law's perseverance, and Dr Yuan Yuan, whose AI-human interaction research opened my academic horizon.
Mornings woke me with the campus bus's gentle roar, urging me to grab my backpack and chase the future. On those walks, I'd recall Dr Wu Mei's lessons on the romance of qualitative research, Dr Ao Song's playful vow to "defeat me" in academic debates (still waiting, by the way), Dr Fan Fei's scribbled notes unlocking communication theory's heart, and Mr Zhu Zixuan's scripts, teaching us to craft stories that linger in souls.
There's a Buddhist saying: "All karma is impermanent." Yes, nothing lasts forever—not even memories. But if forgetting is inevitable, please… forget me slowly. Let me first etch in your hearts:
Ms Chen Chuqian, who put me back in the spotlight when I doubted myself; the 35 Millimetre Screening team, whose passion turned film nights into magic; my classmates who'd cheer "4.0 GPA" one moment and "no involution" the next; and the stories of Room 907—my sacred archive of college life.
To the "TOP girl" in my heart: Love is like the wind—unseen, but always present. You gave me the courage to bridge distances. This love isn't temporary; it's a choice, a promise, a forever-kind of thing.
So, for the last time (really, last time) in front of so many dear faces:
Forget me slowly, but remember this: Here, we didn't just learn—we lived. We laughed, debated, cried, and grew, stitching our hearts into every corner of this campus. As we leave, let's carry BNBU's spirit: curious like a filmmaker's lens, brave like a screenwriter's first draft, and kind like a team's late-night snack sharing.
Thank you, BNBU, for being our stage.
Now, let's go write the next chapter—wherever the wind takes us.
Class of 2025, let's make it unforgettable.
