What can i say? My convocation was the most perfect day. Curtesy of my most thoughtful friends( the piggie and the bee)..Thanks you guys for the kind thoughts..shucks, you all are the best. I absolutely adored the Pooh pooh bear. However, what i appreaciated most was the messages you all sent in the card. I was really touched by it. That was priceless. Feeling sentimental here.
Yippee, I have attended my own convocation. Weirdly, I feel kind of sad. Feel so grown up now. It's so weird, when i was still studying, the motivation that kept me going was making my parents proud of me as they attended my convocation. Looking back, i wish i had done better in my studies though, so they could have been even prouder. After all, what is so difficult about studying? We students are really lucky. And ya, i could see it it their faces that day. They were proud of me! Even my brother came to support me :)
So how was it? Packed and rushed!
Arrived at university with my family around 7.40(suppose to be in the hall by 7.30). So i was a little(okay, quite) late. By the time i was ready and prepared, my number had been called in. Being the panicky person that i, i hurriedly parked myself with the nearest line of people. Well what do you know, i ended up with the education degree holders. My family must have been going "Duh..is there something that she forgot to tell us about her degree" when my name was announced with the rest of the educational degree holders.
It was a long wait in the hall. After all, there was around 1000 scrolls to be given out that morning. But i could sense that all of us gathered there were awaiting the same moment. The moment when our name would be announced at stage, when we would receive our scroll case(empty of couse), the official seal that we are now graduates!
The poor guy handing out the scroll to each or us. He's the deputy chanselor. I bet he must have felt darn tired by the time he gave out the final scroll. It was quite funny actually, after about 200 names were announced, there would be a break. He would be sitting down resting while a P. ramlee song would be playing. Not the fast paced songs mind you, but those slow, slo...w ones....Zzzz. He would be staring at us, and we were umm, staring back at him..As i said, quite hillarious. And when it was nearing the end, the pace of the songs suddenly picked up. It was fast! Kind of sounded fast forwarded. Talk about picking the right song to suite the mood!
Anyway, it was chaos outside after the ceromany was over. I think it was about 12.30. Hot and cramped! Finding people was hard. There were just so many people. Graduates in their gown, parents, brothers, sisters, friends, all walking around frantically searching for each other.
Hanged around until 3.00. Suddenly, rained poured down. So i went home with my family, feeling on cloud nine.
As a graduation gift, my bro gave me the latest Harry Potter book which i have finish reading (but of course). At the last word of the last page, i was going WHAT! To me, this is the least favourite of the Harry Potter series. I don't know why. Not so magical anymore and too teenage driven. I don't mind the romance, but i feel there was too much of it. And how can HE die!
And my dad gave me a MP3 player. I don't want it. It's too expensive a gift. I feel that i am spoilt rotten! He wants to give it to me so that i can bring it overseas with me. He has bought it already, and it is not refundable.
I think that we all very lucky people. Many girls out there would trade places with us anytime. To receive education.I used to feel unlucky sometimes that i don't have nice enough clothes, CDs, no i-pod, no travelling. That i am too poor to afford them. But now i realise what a brat i was. I was comparing myself to the wrong people. I lived in Subang since birth. The people i mixed with are well off, and so am i. I am blessed, rich in love and money. I never had to struggle all my life. It was all provided there for me, food, clothes(who needs branded ones), education,....more than a roof over my head-a HOME.
But out there, there are many many people who are less fortunate than i am. Just because i don't see them, and all i see are those who are well off. It is a fact that there are more poor people campared to rich.Children who have to work to support their family. Children who sacrifice their education without choice. I moan about not having the latest i-pod but they moan about their hungry stomachs. I complain how suffering it is to study, they suffer because they are illiterate.
I could have been one of them. I could have been born to another family elsewhere. Things would have been very different. I don't want to take what i have for granted anymore. I want to live moderately, and be thankful for what i have, because i have not.
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