5 long years

On October 9th the brutal workload of January – August paid off. After 5 long years I finally got to walk across the stage at SFU and graduate.

I was expecting it to be kind of anti-climactic. I’ve been working full time for over two years now and haven’t felt like a real student for quite a while. It didn’t end up feeling anti-climactic at all.

After many years of seeing the grads walking around campus in their blue gowns, it was finally my turn. Believe me, there were many times when I thought that day would never come. My last two semesters were a real struggle. I had a terrible case of senioritis and it was difficult to get motivated. I also felt disconnected from my fellow students since most of my peers had already finished.




The best part of the day? Sharing it with the people who mean the most to me. My parents, who stressed the importance of education early on in my life and helped provide me with resources to pursue it. My sister, who can be annoying as hell but is always there when the chips are down and Andrew, who put up a lot from me that last semester. Indeed, it could have been the downfall of our burgeoning relationship. There are a lot of people who wouldn’t have been happy to watch me study or let me hole myself up at their apartment writing a paper because I couldn’t concentrate at home. He has been incredibly supportive and patient and most importantly, incredibly encouraging. So it was very special to have the four of them there.



The five years of my undergrad saw a lot of changes to my life. It was more than just a chapter. In any case, I’m glad it’s over.