Some say that graduation is the end of misery from getting
chased by a group of heartless assignments and tests. Some other may say the contrary; that it’s the
beginning of life in being an adult. Being a real human. Beneran jadi orang, our grandparents say.
For me, graduation –this current graduation – feels a lot
like hesitancy. Somehow, I don’t get, or yet,
that satisfactory grins which usually become the best feature of the graduates.
I don’t really feel like I’m cutting the misery, since I actually enjoyed being
a student. Neither have I felt like I owned
a significant achievement.
Tomorrow’s graduation comes terrifyingly. It comes together
with two pairs of eyes – my parent’s – filled with pride and expectations. And I’m
terrified those eyes will slowly turn into disappointment as my real-life goes by. If only they knew, I
was not doing it all so well. I did just fine.
All and all, I think this pre-graduation jitter comes with
terrible feeling of being not more than fine.
