THEORY Pt. 1 : Freedom. Graduation.

I wondered if I was going to cry when the ceremony ended. I wanted to, at least for last time’s sake. I entertained the idea in my head while speaker after speaker spoke. As far as formalities go, I was so relieved to be under Quezon Hall’s shadow—should I fake a tear?

It is odd. I never found commencement exercises sad. At the most I was relieved; I was ready to take the summer vacation. There I was, sitting on a plastic monobloc chair. I remember feeling “out there” I mean, my self was looking at myself.

But when we all shifted our sablays from left to right, I felt that jolt. A dose of relief/honor/sadness came to me while the chancellor finished each sentence. I never really thought of the future then, of ambition, aspiration and duty. But I was really looking forward to a big dinner.

to be concluded.

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My blog's 2nd anniversary exposition.

The past year in retrospect.