Yes, as the title suggests. I have graduated. Finally. It happened. I also got to attend my graduation ceremony. My first and last, probably. (I don't think I am going to do another course because it is already time to get to the real world) Yes, everything has its own time but we should also be aware of the time that is ticking. 

It's been ten days since my graduation ceremony and it was raining on that day. The ceremony was indoors so no worries and I didn't sweat in my suit despite being summer. I wasn't looking forward to it but when I entered the venue filled with graduands in their gowns, I was feeling high. I wanted to dance, I wanted to groove. I was feeling restless because it was overwhelming. The first time I attended a graduation ceremony. I couldn't attend the ceremony during my Bachelor's because of the pandemic. 

I got my gown and my certificate and clicked a lot of pictures before entering the auditorium. I ran into my professors before the ceremony; the people I wanted to see especially and interacted with them for a while. I hoped to see them after the ceremony and stayed for almost an hour but I didn't see them. 

I didn't have company from the course to chat with and I was by myself, which was fine. There were guests for my graduation so I am not that alone. When my name was called, my cousins cheered the loudest and I could hear them from the balcony, bowing to the vice-chancellor, looking at the balcony, at the camera, and my professors on stage; all at the same time was quite a task because it happened too quickly. I couldn't help looking at the balcony because of the cheers and I couldn't do what I thought I would do in front of the camera, which anyways is good because it is supposed to be professional and academic as there are students who are bit too casual and unserious. Some even forgot the gesture and the bow and got it mixed; and one of them bowed to the audience and waved at the vice-chancellor instead of the other way around. Funny that is. 

It is a goodbye to the university for sure. Time for the next stage of life. You can't hold on to it for long. I didn't have a proper college life as supposed to, simply because I was residing in a different city and I only came to campus when I had to and that was when I utilised the facilities such as the library and the gym. Since I wasn't on the main campus, it was usually quiet, calm, and peaceful something that suited me and I liked it. I will miss that for sure. I will miss the train rides to and fro the city to get to Uni. I will miss my Uni for sure even if I wasn't fully there. But I certainly don't want to go to college again and be a student (again). I mean, I can be a student of life like I have always been. I hated the fact that there weren't many lectures as I wanted to but I guess Master's is more of independent learning instead of everyday sessions. 

I think I have done my part well and my programme director has assured me the same, though there is still a part of me that says ‘I Could Have Done More.’ When I think about it, I hated the time I didn't utilise. And now, there is no point in complaining about the time that will not come back. So what can be done is to make use of the time and do what you are supposed to do. 

Graduated and ready to conquer the world. Cheers!