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Warwick
First of the long list of plastered smiles
With Family
And Daniel
Ceremony starts at 11 in the morning, and as I need to queue up for an extra ticket into the graduation (Butterworth) hall for my gran, I was up and about in my dress very early in the morning.
Turned out I was not the earliest to queue for the extra tickets. Quite a number of students, especially international students like me, were so desperate for the extra tickets that they arrived an hour before to ensure that they get spots for their families. Immediately after, I rushed over to another booth to put on my graduation hood and the mortar board. Now this was the tricky part, and I spent the next hour in the toilet with other girls trying to figure out how to pin down the hood without making the shirt that we pinned it on slide upwards by the drag of the unexpectedly heavy hood. Yes, sometimes graduates can still be dumbass at these sort of things. Only after we had decided to pin the hood to the shirt, and then the shirt to our trousers that some realised they couldn't go to the toilet without removing everything anymore. Opps, no visits to the loos!
The ceremony itself was, to say the least, brief. Started with a sweetening speech by the chancellor, the graduates were invited on stage to receive our degree certificates, with some special awards given out in between. Peter Corvi won the lecturer award, which was not much of a surprise as he is probably the only lecturer teaching our business school with an appreciation/fan page on facebook. Oh yes, I am a huge fan as well. The party moved to the piazza afterwards for a class photo session, and with the hundreds of WBS grads, it took quite a few shots before we were let go by the photographer. A buffet lunch was served, and it was surprisingly fantastic, given the horrid reputation of business school with freebies/ luncheons.
Everything followed was a blur. Photos everywhere with everyone you could grab, and then the goodbye hugs and the constant worry about our parents going missing on campus. And all of a sudden, everything was over and you are left with a camera with a completely run down battery in one hand, and a very important piece of paper in the other.
Yay!!!
Farewell Warwick, the famous Russell Group university, and the notorious, money drying machine more commonly known as Warwick University Ltd.
