So I’ve been away for some time. I’ve been quite busy taking care of my dog.
Mark the date of MARCH 26, 2012, the day when you realize that things won’t be the same like college any more, that there’s a big world out there, that there are a lot to consider (changes, decisions, etc.) and that you’ve gotta live to move forward your way. In short, it’s my graduation day.
That day I woke up 3am in the morning, finished at 5:30am because it’s been said that the assembly time would be 6:30am sharp. I arrived 6:15am. Waiting til’ 6:30am for a thing called “assembly time” wasn’t so good at all. The ticketing wasn’t so smart too. It was weird that the parents are not together in their seats. I’ve got no problem with that, but what about the others right? hell who made that decision.
Anyhow, the program started 8am as what has been written on the ticket luckily. I just noticed that decision makers nowadays fill gap on the said time of start. We call this the “Filipino time”. You’re called for 6am and you arrive 1 or more hours late. Honestly speaking, it happens to myself when I’m lazy attending it but not at all times. I’m easily angered at times when I’m in a hurry, suddenly the person you’ll be with is so slow and insensitive. Gosh, that’s hell for me.
So it’s the graduation. There had the introduction then some speeches. My favorite part was the part when a parent put n the hood. Unexpectedly, I notice my mom’s face like she’s been crying on her seat. Days after, I knew that she had cried all because of happiness. The rest was boring. They had to call each of the hundreds of graduates inside. They’ve put the all other majors before us.
After the program, I was expecting myself to cry, but no. I didn’t cry because at a deeper sense I know that my blockmates had a strong connection with each other that we’ll all still be meeting again.
Leaving the Campus, I ate at Max’s fried chicken all the way to Greenhills, San Juan with my uncle, mom and boyfie. We we’re supposed to eat at Italianis, but too bad that the waiters weren’t accommodating.
After the grad lunch my boyfie took me to Trinoma to take a break and meet with my friends to go straight to Pampanga for the Grad dinner. I celebrated my grad dinner with blockmates at my friend’s house at Pampanga.
As has been said ” the roots of education are bitter but the fruit is sweet ” -Aristotle, yes it’s true but you still must cherish and be grateful that you’re learning and that you can still have more fun in a university than of work solely. :)




