The mother of all cliches: uni students jumping as if they were Super Mario incarnates.

Guess someone wanted to show SMU that they don't have market dominance in jumping graduates.

This may come across as conceited, but convocation feels a bit anticlimatic. In self-defense, I don't think anyone out there cares much about the degree we get. Not going to help you meet your milestones, get that last spot on that damn bus, find that elusive bug or smite dead the annoying people you meet. Pretty insignficant in the larger scheme of things, all in all.

The only part I'm excited about is meeting old friends and having a drawn out ranting session regarding the sweetness of working life. Of course, taking 1 day off from work (during the midweek drag, no less) doesn't exactly hurt too.