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of dead air and diplomas
Graduation was fantastic, never mind what time it started and where it was held and how hungry we all were by the time everything was over and done with, and it wasn't fantastic because it was our graduation. It wouldn't have been anywhere as fantastic without the missing hats and the malunggay brownies and the blank pieces of paper we got after four years' worth of blood and sweat and tears and our drunken rendition of the Philippine Science Hymn and me falling into the pool.
Say what you like about culminating activities, but it isn't our graduation that's fantastic. It's us.
Say what you like about culminating activities, but it isn't our graduation that's fantastic. It's us.