Yesterday was my Convocation – I’ve officially graduated!
Side note: I was seriously considering not going to my convocation. I know, a little crazy right? Especially since I live right down the road from my university. I had no good excuses other than… nerves? I tend to overthink things and work myself up more than need be, and the idea of the attention that goes with walking across a stage in front of a crowd of people to be “hooded” and granted my diploma freaked me out a little. But after several mentions of “I’m not sure if I’m going to go,” followed by several replies along the lines of, “Are you crazy?” or “You’re going to regret missing your graduation!” I decided I’d suck it up and power through it.
And guess what?
It wasn’t even a pinch as awkward or nerve-wracking as I convinced myself it might be. And I’m glad I went.
Moral of the Story: Face Your Fears! – No matter how big or small they may be. Odds are that things will turn out just right
For those curious about my degree:
Bachelor of Arts Honours Communication Studies and Psychology.
My response to “And what are you going to do with that?”
A small chuckle, shoulder shrug and wide-eyed stare… It’s a work in progress ;)
The Final Affair
A day filled with:
No pictures but it was here, hidden amongst the masses. I was too late to get the fresh fruit skewers but of course I nabbed a slice of graduation cake.
Farmer’s Market Finds
The afternoon led to the first Farmer’s Market trip of the year. Alongside some apples, berries and fresh bread, we also grabbed a jar of red pepper jelly and delicious vidalia onion mustard (Big mustard fan right here).
a la sushi Rainbow Roll. My graduation dinner of choice. And a fabulous dinner it was.
We were going to go out for ice cream but the evening got chilly and clouded over and the sushi did a number on the hunger front so we decided to save it for another night. Instead? A container of caramel yogurt mixed with fresh and frozen berries, slightly frozen and then eaten in a cone.
After all was said and done, with the end of the day came the official end of a chapter. And both a fabulous day and a fabulous chapter they were.
Farwell Undergrad, you taught me well.
And who says F’s have to stand for Failure?