"At the end of the day, the goals are simple: safety and security." - Jodi Rell
Finally. I’ve graduated from Universiti Kuala Lumpur – British Malaysian Institute (UniKL BMI). If it wasn’t for the bloody ‘Common Skills’ stuff, I coulda’ graduated last year instead of now. Arghhhhh……
Whatever it is, the struggle I have endured for 3 years in achieving a HND culminated last week. I won’t really say happiness much, throughout this time of convo, graduating. My mind seemed more of remembering the life I led during the period I studied and lived from my time as a BMI student.
For the first time in my life, I’ve tasted what a higher educational institute convocation is like. And in conjunction with that, wore that ‘graduation robe’ for the first ever time as well (and also that annoying thingy that comes with a graduation robe, what you call it? The piece of clothing like a giant scarf you put around the robe & round your neck,… don’t know what the hell it’s called…..).
And seeing other people, meeting up some old friends, peers, ex-students and the other cohorts from the other branches of UniKL (such as MFI, MIAT, Infotech, etc…) all in the same costumes, and smartly wearing complete suits underneath it, ………
……….it really feels odd, considering you’ve seen some of these people back during the time that you spent studying in the building or living in the hostel……….
All the memories, and flashbacks of the past life kept coming up on the brain during the convocation.
Also met up with the familiar people from the ‘past’ life. Two friends, Zaki and Azizul (aka Prof) are continuing their Electronics degree at BMI. Finding out that my classmate and friend Fitri is a now a police officer stationed in Lumut, my only classmates that turned up that day Siti Hajar and Hanee pursuing their degrees at different IPTAs respectively, and seeing guys like Shahzuan and Apek who’re already working, and also asking them whatever happen to other fellas that I knew from the hostel days, Adnin (Kechik) and Wan Zil Farizal (Wan ITHHO). Also met up with my English (TPS) lecturer, Mr Nazri. Had a quite lengthy chat with him.
Not forgetting, met Kenneth Peing Clement (Ken), who told me that my good old buddy from Bintulu, Leonard, is getting married.
How time really flies.
Anyway, the day of the rehearsal and the day of the real thing really was tiring (lots of standing, then way lots more of sitting down, listening to different speeches and patiently watching graduates walking up the stage collecting their respective ‘memorabilia’, one by one, and there was bout 1000 something that graduated)
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So, what can I say? What do I feel?
The answer is, …….
Nothing much.
I suppose my perception on what a convocation / graduation / liberation (whatever you wanna call it) is different from a vast majority. Maybe it’s because the kind of person that I am. Or maybe that I’m actually not in the mood much since I’m graduating with different cohorts and not seeing some of my known pals (some who had already grad last year, some who’re still not able to yet, and some of ‘em who just couldn’t make it for the convocation). Or it could be because my mind also had the constant reminding that I need to finish up my PSF for the damn FYP a.s.a.p.
Or maybe it’s just that, this event, even though I won’t forget it, it’s not really the greatest thing in the world for me. Strange right? (….there’re other goals, other achievements, other dreams to be explored in life…)
Just my perceptions………..
A convocation is an event, a great passing in your life (no doubt), but it’s up to each individual how he / she values the moment in life. It’s part of life. That’s how I would value this kind of ‘life’ event.
To end the post, I would like to congratulate all those ex-students, also recurring students (those who’re continuing their degree in UniKL still) congratulations, & the very best of success in life.
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