One week ago, I received my degree scroll. B. Soc. Sci. graduated with honours. Great! But what now? I asked myself. I know what I want to do in the long run (oh more jargons), but the near future is still uncertain. I feel like I'm losing the motivation that got me through my final semester. It's been a month since I came back from grad trip and everyday was spent drafting resumes/CVs, staring at the ceiling, and getting fat by having a good dinner with my girlfriend. On some days, it felt awesome to just chill around but on other days, it felt empty. I find joy when my intellectual curiosity is satisfied, or when I have created value to the society, but the drive to overcome the inertia to be productive is lacking. Severely. Anyway, I finally got down to rework my thesis, and hopefully a complete draft can be sent to my prof by the end of next week. Oh wait, this post is not supposed to be negative...LOL.
Commencement was remarkable! It was a testament to our 16 (or more) years of education, a milestone in our life, and the closing ceremony of many of my peers' academic life. All the friends made, all the late nights, all the joys and despairs. Countless of wonderful memories in the 4 years made graduation a little harder to accept.
That night when I donned the academic gown I was proud, and my parents prouder. My parents have always supported me in all ways possible. Getting into university was once their dream, but they never pressured me because of that. They worked hard and paid for my tertiary education, not because they think it is necessary in life, but because I'm passionate in my studies. My mother would always ensure that I have enough money in my bank account so that I can focus on my studies without worrying about the finances. My father gave me extra allowances so that I have the luxury of seeking the jobs that I'm genuinely interested, and not getting employed for subsistence sake. For that, I'm very fortunate and I am proud of myself for making them proud of me.
Commencement was remarkable! It was a testament to our 16 (or more) years of education, a milestone in our life, and the closing ceremony of many of my peers' academic life. All the friends made, all the late nights, all the joys and despairs. Countless of wonderful memories in the 4 years made graduation a little harder to accept.
That night when I donned the academic gown I was proud, and my parents prouder. My parents have always supported me in all ways possible. Getting into university was once their dream, but they never pressured me because of that. They worked hard and paid for my tertiary education, not because they think it is necessary in life, but because I'm passionate in my studies. My mother would always ensure that I have enough money in my bank account so that I can focus on my studies without worrying about the finances. My father gave me extra allowances so that I have the luxury of seeking the jobs that I'm genuinely interested, and not getting employed for subsistence sake. For that, I'm very fortunate and I am proud of myself for making them proud of me.