I suppose I’m kind of obliged to write about graduation. Well, I guess it is kind of a big thing in my family for me to graduate from poly with the graduation gown and all, being the first grandchild (sort of) to do so. But to me, it’s just another thing we all have to go through. I don’t feel any different, except perhaps that I don’t have to go to school anymore (at least until I squeeze my way into university some day, and it’s not as if I went to school religiously as per my timetable anyway…).

I was more worried about my shoes flying off my feet on stage as they were feeling loose (which would be embarrassing in any situation, even more so on stage in front of hundreds of people), than feeling lost about what I’m going to do next now that I’ve graduated. I’ve always gone with the flow and so far the ride has been good. If I get a full-time job, that would be great. If I get into university, that would be great too. The thing is, I’ve been holding jobs and studying at the same time for nearly a quarter of my life, so adjusting wouldn’t be much of a problem.

While I have no strong feelings about graduation, I really need to thank all my poly project mates (especially Regina, Audrey, Tiffany and Kelvin), who have been great throughout all the projects. Thanks to the lecturers and tutors, especially those who gave me good grades (haha), who have been so much of an inspiration and guidance to me these past 3 years, whether they have actually taught me or not. And my parents, who have been nagging at me to ‘better do well’ and been supporting me and getting me out of many sticky ruts all these years. I know I’m not the easiest kid to handle. *cue tears*

So I’ve graduated. Congratulations to me. Congratulations to all of you who graduated too.