senior syndrome....

got this from someone
senior syndrome...

Graduation rites can be bittersweet.
When you get to the venue, you can't
help but be anxious about what happens
when the entire program is done. As you
go up the stage and receive your
diploma, you look at the audience and
realize how life just passed by without
you even giving a second to think about
it. And once the program is over, it's
when those mixed emotions start running
in. You cry for two reasons: (1)Because
you're done with school; and (2)because
you're done with school. You cry because
those sleepless nights of drafting,
rendering, plotting, reading, and all
the stress college rained on you are
over. But then again, you cry because
once you get out there, the people you
share these moments with are no longer
with you. Then again, maybe they are but
it wouldn't be like how it was, right?

Then comes the part where you have your
picture taken with almost everyone you
bump into to have a tiny bit of memory
of them whether that person was your
college buddy, your professor who you
hated at first but unknowingly fell in
love with when you had him/her the
second time around, or just the typical
and regular batchmate/coursemate you see
walking along the halls.

After all the camera-flashing, the
hugging, the kissing, the goodbyes, and
all of that, look around and seize for a
while and think. It may be the end of
the greatest 4-6 years of your life, but
it's also the start of even greater
years waiting ahead of you. And
somewhere along those years, you'll come
across the same set of faces whom you
shared those 4-6 great years with in
college. Once you've relished on that
thought, it's when you realize that
you've made it.

I guess it saddens me a bit because I
made my way through college with the
help of these people. Then again, I'm happy and
proud that I've met these people and
have learned so much from them, and
that, I think, is what graduation is all
about. It's not about taking home lots
of medals or certificates, nor being
summa, magna, or just plain cum laude;
its about all the hard work knowing that you're going
somewhere.


The End Is The Beginning Is The End.