261116 - GRADUATION

Ah, graduation. I honestly never believed I'd even want to go through the pomp and ceremony just to receive that piece of paper - I told my mum from the beginning that I didn't want to attend the ceremony because it was a waste of her money, but she insisted and I really couldn't say no to her.

The ceremony itself was nothing more than a waste of time, but I guess mum did have a point when she said it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience because the pictures we took were pretty amazing and they'll make for some pretty happy memories when I look back at them years from now.

MUM GOT ME A GRADUATION BEAR AND HE WAS SO ADORABLE.
Honestly my mother looked so proud, it was hard to remember that graduation was nothing more than a ceremonial waste of time and money at that moment.

The typical wefies that we took just before heading into the convention hall for the ceremony. 
Everyone was scrambling to get their gowns fixed because they were so huge and billow-y, and none of us were very used to them.

One of the perks of having your dad at your graduation ceremony is that you don't have to worry about "official" photos when your dad's photos look as good (and dare I say possibly better).

The usual stuffy-looking cohort photo...

And the typical but not so stuffy we-just-graduated photo.
BCOMNS314 GRADUATE LOH!

Not everyone was present at the graduation ceremony due to personal reasons, but honestly we all graduated together no matter how you look at it, and I'm more than proud to say that we all fucking did it.


Panda was one of those who chose not to go for the ceremony, but borrowed someone else's gown for a quick picture - I'm proud to have graduated with you, baby. 

Well, this marks the end of our school days (unless we talk about pursuing our studies), and the talk has turned to scarier, more mature topics like jobs and relationships and planning for the future. It's interesting to think how quickly the time has passed, and how it seemed like such a short while ago when we were all stressing over final assignments and exams. 

It wasn't easy making it to graduation day, but I'm glad we made it, and I'm glad we got to graduate together. It's been a fun two years, and I genuinely look forward to catching up with everyone should we have a BCOMNS reunion someday.

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