December 17, 2010

December

Yes, I graduated. Although I did not get to wear the rented robes, or toss the hat with the tassels or even meet the people I spent two precious years atop a hill. It was a picture in mind that when I would finally post-graduate, the ceremony would be grander; it would all be a little more flashy and different. But I spent the Sunday at home, with the idiot box. However, no regrets. Complicated plans made hardly materialize, and it would be near impossible to expect that the parents would be able to make the ceremony. So I made do with the next best thing- Facebook. Status messages and…