It’s hard not to get even a little bit sentimental, taking bold strides up the four steps towards the Chancellor. One foot after the other. Mentally repeating ‘don’t trip, don’t trip, don’t trip.’ To think that four years of studies have cumulated to this very moment. Behind me, a roar of applause from the crowd gathered in Convocation Hall. I turn around, smile, and give a brief wave to my friends and peers who have traded their usual jeans and t-shirts for black gowns and coloured hoods. It’s surreal that all my hard work led to this point. Continue reading “Convocation: an introspective”
