* This’ll be a entry for March 19, 2016 because it could be a similar entry so better not duplicate it. I hope you enjoy! *
This month or next month is the time of the year where most students graduate and finish a chapter a life of theirs but for others, it’s where a new chapter begins.
I thought about this before but just made it today. As you can see, my youngest brother’s graduation day is today. This day is where he ends his life in being an elementary student but starts his life as a high school newbie.
Not to brag but he got highest honors and is an outstanding member in the Young Amorsolo club in his ‘previous’ school.
Going back to my thoughts. During any graduation event, we usually hold a ‘celebration’ where almost everyone in neighboring house (beside us) comes. Being the shy people that we (me and my brothers) are, we stay inside corresponding rooms for almost the whole time. That’s what usually happens when we hold an event. The main reason is why there are a lot of people.
Another thing about graduation is having a ‘makeover.’ Boys don’t really have an issue on this. But since I am a girl, my appearance is a big factor to me. I don’t dress or look like a girl at all. I’m not saying that I have boy cut or anything. I just don’t like putting make-up on my ugly face. I’m never really confident with my appearance. I’m chubby (or fat, that’s what I think of myself tho) and always have a ponytail. But my graduation last year was an exception. I never really enjoyed my graduation because I (was forced to) wore make-up. Because of the make-up, I was annoyed and that’s the reason why I didn’t like my graduation.
Last thing about graduation is that we get a bit of money. It represents as their ‘congratulation gift’ to the person who graduated.
Congratulations to those who are celebrating their graduation today, or this or next month or any time near. 🙂
Btw guys, only 1 month, 1 week, and 1 day before the anniversary of the Swiftie Blog! 😀
“The aim of education is the knowledge, not of facts, but of values.”
— William S. Burroughs