That time of the year

That time of the year has come to put on that robe with pink linen and that mortar board...
The final step of completion and experience of what student life is all about...
Convocation.



Oddly, it doesn't really feels like it's my convocation although it is.
In denial kot...
Sigh.
But I was reminded by a friend that it is a time of celebration.
A time to do throw your hats in the air, a time to receive gifts, a time to be a cam-whore, a time of reunion and a time to be thankful for the years and experience you have had as a student.
Celebration.

It's exciting though to be able to see familiar faces altogether once again.
Probably the last time.

Tomorrow I will be donning that familiar robe worn by seniors before me and as this cycle of convocation repeats itself, all I hope for is to be able to cherish the moment.
Appreciating the awfully bright pink linen, the sardine pack crowd, the sweat in my suit and robe and everything else.

I'm officially graduating... for good!