|From Graduant to Graduate
||[Dec. 8th, 2008|11:48 pm]
As some of ye might have gathered from my previous post, I was a bit reticent about graduation. Well, not reticent exactly, more apathetic. I couldn't really see a point beyond doing it for my mum, which is reason enough.|
Basically, it was an interesting experience. My parent got to see, if not meet, some of the people who were important in my last year of college, if not my whole degree. I guess that's what I didn't get - I graduated from a year I didn't spend 4 years with... yet the one year I did spend was of a higher quality than any other time with my old class (with notable exceptions).
I guess, it was the ability to go into my old habitat, and be unlike I used to be there. I wasn't scurrying trying to study, or feeling guilty about it. It was going to somewhere familiar but with that realisation that it's not my home, or prison, any more. I'd've liked to introduce my parents to more people, but at the same time it was awkward - what do I say? Also, they were doing their best not to involve themselves... although I did duck behind a guy called Mike in order to dodge photos. I wasn't alone - it seems like the game of graduant/graduate and parent is akin to that of cat and mouse; the parent tries to snap the students at any given opportunity, and the grad tries to avoid it. One particularly interesting result was the shooting line, when 3 photographers managed to herd 6 of us into a line, all to be shot by our respective image-hunters.
To be honest, I felt dazed and tired, and mildly irked by needing to shift my robes all the time. But when I came home, had a big oul' mugga tea, and some chinese food, it all got better. And my inner materialist has been satisfied by a new shiny. I just have to load music onto it now. By the way, shiiiiineeeeeee! (I feel like I should get a Kaylee icon just to articulate this fully).
All's good now.