Graduation Blues 2.0

Today, we got our togas.

Hey, did you know that togas came from the greeks? Did you also know that togas differ from one city to another? That's why everytime a citizen is exiled from the city, they leave their togas behind.

Never mind. I'm not even sure if those are true.

We got our togas after four years of trying so hard to earn the right to wear it - to deserve the degree.

I hanged my toga. I even chose a special hanger for it. I struggled with the hood. I'm not really sure how I'm going to drape it on my toga but I think I figured it out.

And I stared at it for an hour, thinking that my toga looks better than that silver dress that I would be wearing under it.

Last time, I was ranting about what to wear under it and how the toga will just cover it. I realized that the dress shouldn't upstage the toga. The dress wasn't meant to be the attention grabber on our bodies.

After four years of putting up with lame and irritable situations alongside home troubles, I'm finally graduating.

I tried on the toga. I got goosebumps when I saw myself wearing it so I took it off immediately.

I finally earned the right wear a toga. I'm excited to wear it again on monday.

Wala lang. I wanted to rant lang. I'm having mixed feelings about graduation