It was late Sunday afternoon, I took my camera along with me for a stroll around my previous Uni. It was a sunny and rather fine afternoon, but somehow, it just felt cold inside when I was there.
THE UNIVERSITY OF WESTERN AUSTRALIA
That was a new sign just erected not too long ago, part of the face-lift plans the uni has been implementing since I left. I looked around, nothing much changed, everything still seemed rather similar as before my departure.
WINTHROP HALL aka FAMOUS UWA CLOCK TOWER
Looking at the clock tower, it reminded me of my times over the years in my uni life. It has been bitter, but sweet as well. Many tough times, countless in fact, but I got through each and every one of them. Looking back now, I think my life in uni was rather an extra-ordinary one, for the reason that not many people had gone through what I went through.
When things seem smooth sailing for everyone else, there were times I felt that life has become meaningless to carry on. There was one era of horrible (and seemingly never-ending) depression episodes I went through, but thank goodness I snapped out of my cold self and slowly crawled my way back to the harsh reality.
The worst I have ever had in my entire life so far happened in my uni life, several times. Yet, I dare say, despite all those dramas and traumas, the best times of my life so far also lies within my uni life.
Friendship and general relationships in uni times were more or less like a roller coaster ride. Many ups, just as many as the downs. I have gained plenty precious friends, and a few really, really awesome people over the years. Not to mention the countless people that come and go, and the best part of it was because those people are from all over the world. Any country, name it, i could almost name one for every one of them. Friendship wise, it has been colourful.
There were wondderful times, unforgettable times, happy times. There were also sad times, angry times, and times when you feel like everyone has an ugly evil side.
Nevertheless, not everything was as beautiful as I have expected. Some turned sour, and some turned bitter. I lost some friends along the way, some I would have done anything in the world for them back then. It was painful losing friends, it was never supposed to happen that way. I would not say that I could have done differently if I were given a choice, that was just plain selfish. All I could ever wish for was a proper closure, which I think actually seem rather impossible at the rate things went.
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE HECK THIS IS
Academic wise, I can honestly tell I was doing nothing near what ordinary student would claim as "average", I would just rate myself performing "slightly below average" on the whole of my uni years. I can be grateful that I have not flunked any units before, which would have led to more complications than what I already had. I do admit, I struggled a lot, there were sleepless nights, there were caffeine overdosage, and above all, there were times I could just slam the book tight and play DOTA whole night. Ok, thats besides the point, but I just felt that, I have given all I can, and as depressing as the results can be, I have no regrets. I am not s smart student, never was, and I was not expecting any miracles to happen. As ordinary as I was, I did look to the sky.
So you ask, why look back now? Why relflect on all those ugly things you have been trying to leave behind? Why the trouble to reopen the doors for the demons you have locked away oh so tight?
I have been feeling heavy hearted again lately, the same feeling I got just before I was leaving Kuching to Perth recently.
I am feeling heavy hearted, because as I was there pondering and deep-thinking the whole afternoon, while taking some random shots of the University views, I was deciding on something. Something that seem to take a lot of my energy just by thinking of it.
Actually, it was not deciding whether I wanted to go to my graduation or not. I have decided NOT to go, but lately, I am having a change of heart. What other place is more suitable to contemplate on such heavy mind issues, which involved plenty of other side-track issues, than the Uni itself?
I know you guys must have like a thousand questions running on your minds now.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING ROBIN, GRADUATION ALSO WANNA SKIP !!"
I know turning down graduation is like turning down a dinner and sex date with Anna Kournikova.
Here are my reasons why I decided not to go in the first placem before reconsidering:
1) My parents are not coming. It is painful not to share this moment with them. It is even more painful seeing other graduands with their parents. PAINFUL is the word. Please that note of that.
2) My friends (classmates) have mostly graduated.
3) I finished my Uni a freaking ONE AND A HALF year ago, due to some unforeseen circumstances, my graduation was postponed till now. Ultimately, the "graduation feeling" has passed and gone with the wind.
Well, of course, there is another side of my heart that screams for me to go to the convocation. I guess I just needed a closure, a conslusion to all those years of hardship.
But seriously guys, I do not see the spendour and majesty of graduation. Maybe it is just me, but I do not think there is anything that is worth dying, just to go to the ceremony. After all, as long as you have completed your studies, and obtained what you came to the uni for, you have already accomplished your mission.
To me, graduation or no graduation, I have already graduated.
Maybe this is kinda hard to express, especially to those of you who are fanatics that believe graduation is the next best/biggest thing in life just behind wedding. Or maybe because some people treat graduation as a platform to showcase their status and height of pride. Or for some, who see the graduation as something to mark the ending of a part of their life, and starting a new one.
I see none of the above.
My university life ended, whether I went to the graduation or not. I do not believe graduation is such a big thing. And most of all, I do not see myself any better than others just because I have graduated from a university. Being a graduand yourself does not make your balls any bigger. Plastic surgery does.
Well, I have not finalised my decision yet. The fact that I am not overly excited about graduation simply means, I have already moved on with my life, and I am strictly looking forward. There is no use holding on to something if it means that something will slow you down.
And do not worry about giving me persuasive conversations, I have already had almost everyone around me screaming at me to just go to the ceremony. But the thing I was most upset about, only a disssppointing few would really sit down and listen and try to understand what I was thinking about the entire situation.
I will know what to do when the time comes.
And I shall blog about it, whatever the outcome may be.
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