What a bittersweet feeling.
The day of my convocation started bright and early, getting ready in formal attire and packing up the cars for the day. It was not the nicest weather-wise, either, being rainy and chilly. We set out for Toronto in two cars — Paul and I in his Corolla and my parents and Emma in the Rav 4. Paul and I followed the Rav for the majority of the way down, and I sat in the passenger seat in awe that this day had come so fast.
After my parents and Emma stopped for a last minute refreshment/bathroom break, Paul and I continued on since we were running out of time. Once we got off of the highway, the traffic was frustratingly slow, and I tried to remain calm as friends texted me concerning my whereabouts. Finally, we arrived at Convocation Hall, where Paul dropped me off to pick up my guest tickets, and he continued on to find parking. I walked through the rain in new shoes (which turned out to be a bad choice in the end considering my blisters) and gathered the tickets.
Upon leaving the building, I started heading over to the Croft building to pick up my gown. I looked up to find my parents' car driving by at that very instant, so I flagged them down to give them their tickets. As soon as I entered the Croft building, I heard shouts of, "Last call for the 2:00 ceremony!" meaning I had just made it. Whew.
The rest of the day flew by. The ceremony was beautiful and surprisingly fast. I was so thrilled to have my parents, Emma and Paul there to celebrate with me. Due to the rain and our rushed and empty stomachs, we couldn't stay long to socialize with my fellow graduates. We went for dinner at one of my favourite restaurants from my time in university, which was the perfect ending to such a great day!
I can't believe the day came and went as fast as it did, but I am SO happy I decided to take the plunge and go to university. I've learned so much and met so many amazing people.
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