There are some things that happen in my life that I just do not understand.
I’ve only had a graduation ceremony once in my entire life – when I graduated from nursery school to primary.
I never got to wear the gown when I graduated from primary to secondary school because I skipped two classes.
And then I also never got a secondary school graduation because I skipped a class and got into university.
All thanks go to my mum for pressuring my teachers to let me jump into the next class and telling them I could do it.
Yesterday, I had my convocation, there’s no skipping a class so definitely, I would graduate, was what I thought.
I got to the ceremony just as soon as it ended.
In essence, I MISSED MY OWN GRADUATION CEREMONY.
Frankly, I wasn’t really enthusiastic about it. Maybe its because I’ve never had one.
I went there, got the gown, took my certificate of completion, took some pictures with the people who made the whole journey worthwhile, went home, laid on my bed, had a chat with a friend and slept off.
I thought about drowning myself in a bucket of KFC chicken – which would’ve been glorious, but I just couldn’t.
So, yeah, that was how the day went down.
I did everything like a female BOSS. 🙂