It is June 18th, my graduation was held at the Memorial Stadium this morning, which I did not attend. Instead, I watched live through facebook with 50 strangers. I feel confident to say that, out of all those people, none of them was watching their own graduation. Quite frankly, I didn’t feel much, no tears were dropped on the floor, I even missed the first half of the ceremony without realizing it.
I’ve heard people saying that this is a once-in-a-lifetime event, that soon I will regret the decision of not receiving my high school diploma on the stand, and I can honestly tell you, they were right, however, not completely. I did have some regrets, but not about the graduation. After all, it is merely a ceremony, a symbolic event that people attached to the joy of achieving something spectacular, yet I can be sure that, whether I was sitting in the kitchen alone eating the leftover pasta or in the crowd listening to the student of the year encouraging us of what we have done and what’s to come, I would have felt the same way. Surely, I am overwhelmed by the emotions of ending something that took up almost a quarter of my life, but it didn’t come from the ceremony, it came from the realization that those times have passed by, and that moment would not have happened on the stand where all the caps were tossed in the air.
Now, I’ve said that my regrets were not associated with missing the graduation…
