6 years was an effing long time. In the back of my head, I feared I wouldn't make it.
Failing, getting hit by a bus leaving me paralysed, getting knocked up etc. No offense to anyone who were.
But I made it.
Got my opera house curtains of a robe that made me look more like a gospel singer. Praise the Lord!
Went all Gradzilla trying to settle everything and everyone to make sure everything is perfect.
Took my graduation photo in a studio with an uptight photographer.
Got all drenched with sweat, not to mention sticky armpits in the parade.
Walked across the stage to get my scroll without tripping.
Joined the other thousands of graduates who couldn't find their parents and coursemates.
But found them anyway and threw our mortar boards in the air.
And took more photos at my faculty and what not.
Not forgetting my parents while I was at it.
And finally, got my scroll.
And went home with it like a proud madafaka.
Damnit, I fucking made it.