“graduate, paper chase”
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I’VE GRADUATED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and boy did it feel good………………....................................................except not really*
nothing can describe seeing yourself in a graduation robe (too bad it didnt come with the cap I really /really/ wanted one to compliment the robe + the whole accomplishment theme). but the best feeling in the world would have to be seeing your friends, lecturers and family graduate with you. the functional word implying different meanings ofc: graduation as a form of celebration upon the completion of 3 years chock full of challenges/ hurdles/ disagreements/ other weird things; graduation as a reflection process of who we’ve become after a phase in our lives; and graduation as a commemoration/ promise of better things to come.
in a nutshell: everything was nice and all except the damn weather like wtf to the left rude bitch no one wants you pmsing on our parade do you honestly think our robes are made of air molecules
it was not supposed to rain on my face that day
a few days later - almost a week into post graduation haze - I received an offer from nie. the words were small and almost meek but the reaction it incited from me was anything but. it had entirely to do with the fact that I was ready to give up on hoping for anything from anywhere. I was ready to let the universities’ bias against polytechnic students consume whatever’s left of my confidence in pursuing higher education. yo all the other universities out there can kiss ass man. except ntu but im side eyeing the fuck out of you for getting my address wrong and making me worry
then it struck me (a strange feeling gnawing at my heart strings) i was so overwhelmed with the desire to break free from an invisible lining that separated me from youth to adulthood; so much so that when it effortlessly faded away I found myself standing before tangled paths/ and maybe for a moment a part of me shriveled up at the thought that I only have one chance and im pretty familiar with the knowledge that im not good with taking chances
(wow im exceptionally great at turning warm celebratory posts into solemn thought catalog worthy articles)
*you know that im a walking paradox so you totally saw that coming are you confused yet