Today was the opener to this year's graduation ceremony celebrations. Three hours of mind numbing boredom for 15 seconds of yelling and cheering and excitement and joy. Of course, remembering back to my grad ceremony, it was a really special day for me. I don't remember much now, but I'm thankful that I had that day to celebrate with friends and family for years and years of hard work. And thats why I still go to these things.
I had one of those 'good ol' days' moments today. Remembering the days when I wasn't just a student number. Remembering the days when teachers actually seemed to care for me and my education. Now, teachers who even know your name, let alone show some care for you, are few and far between. If you come across one in your post-secondary education, consider yourself blessed.
Also remembering the days when the question of what you're going to do with your life was still far far away. Realizing that only in a couple years I will be a university graduate with a Bachelors degree is daunting, to say the least. Within the next 5 years I will probably move out, start on a career path, and begin to pay for my own existence all by my lonesome. Ah, the good ol' days.
But, life goes on, doesn't it? We grow old and tired and wrinkly. We live by the sweat of our toils.
The good ol' days.
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