So, it’s been an eventful month for me, to say the least, and I’ve been slacking off in my blogging promises (yet still meeting the once a month quota, hah!). I headed up to Sydney late last month for the Australian Romance Readers Convention, a week later I graduated once more with Honours, and the following Saturday I made my annual pilgrimage to Supanova Expo. I’ll be blogging about all those, and I still need to get round to my thoughts on My Princess (so abominably late, I am), but firstly – graduation!
In the lead-up towards graduation I was feeling pretty off about the whole ordeal; I mean, graduation doesn’t equate to getting a job or a good one at that; it just officially closes that chapter of tertiary study. And now I’m really in a limbo. So there certainly was a sense of finality this time, whereas last year I was joking alongside the other graduates, thinking “oh, I still have all the time in the world!” I’d been through the graduation drill before, yet this year I felt as flustered as ever. Perhaps when I finally get that PhD in the distant future, I will tick off all the boxes for a smooth graduation. Plus, I’ll look like a freaking awesome Medici with the cap.
It was great catching up with old classmates and friends, though there were only seven of us out of thirteen in the Honours class. I feel I’ve gotten to know these people very well; I hope we’ll all stay in touch. Thank goodness for social media or we’d be even lazier than we already are to communicate with one another!
When a Monash student graduates, she or he generally graduates at the main campus, that being Clayton, which is like aeons away from home… It depends on your home campus/faculty, but hey, lucky us, we get lovely Robert Blackwood Hall. Medieval pomp aside and a wickedly awesome pipe organ entrance, I spent most of the ceremony whispering back and forth with Laura. The Art & Design faculty is generally very small and specialised so there were hardly as many of us compared with the Arts people, whom we were incidentally paired up with. That’s only maybe one quarter of the Arts faculty… Unfortunately Robert Nelson didn’t read out our names this year (think it’s because roles have been shuffled among the staff, or something), which I was rather disappointed to see. Honestly I have some kind of perverse hero worship for the man haha.
Funny as this seems, I’m so glad this year I got a larger cap! Last year the person who dressed me up in the academic dress gave me a medium sized cap and it was painful. It’s not my fault I have a big head. *headdesk*
You can see the rest of the photo set here.