It has been a long time since I've been here. Anticipating. Waiting. Straining at the very end of my leash, yearning to hear my name over the din of applause.
A very long time, indeed. The last time I was here was during my high school graduation. A stage. An audience. A piece of paper. Fulfillment, even for just a few moments. Everything is in place, and problems fade into the background.
Euphoria blanks out a fast approaching thesis deadline. Domestic disputes and organizational quibbles are drowned out by the sound of applause. The here and the now is all that matters.
The stage comes closer one step at a time, as name after name is called. Applause. Step forward. Wait. Applause. Step up. Wait. Applause. Walk forward.
Everything fades into a blur. The lights blot out the audience. The sound fades. Handshake. Scroll. Smile. Thank you sir. Handshake. Smile. Thank you sir. Walk forward. Step down. Smile all the way.
For a fleeting moment everything is perfect. Everything. Perfect. The feeling lasts all the way back to the seats. Everything is perfect.
And then reality explodes all around. The black bag, the papers, the time. All scream "Thesis!' The euphoria fades. The smile goes away. The scroll becomes another piece of paper among a bag full of papers.
The names fade. The applause fades. The theater disappears. A new feeling emerges.
Determination. A renewed drive for perfection, for success, for fulfillment.
This is just a taste of what is to come.
A very long time, indeed. The last time I was here was during my high school graduation. A stage. An audience. A piece of paper. Fulfillment, even for just a few moments. Everything is in place, and problems fade into the background.
Euphoria blanks out a fast approaching thesis deadline. Domestic disputes and organizational quibbles are drowned out by the sound of applause. The here and the now is all that matters.
The stage comes closer one step at a time, as name after name is called. Applause. Step forward. Wait. Applause. Step up. Wait. Applause. Walk forward.
Everything fades into a blur. The lights blot out the audience. The sound fades. Handshake. Scroll. Smile. Thank you sir. Handshake. Smile. Thank you sir. Walk forward. Step down. Smile all the way.
For a fleeting moment everything is perfect. Everything. Perfect. The feeling lasts all the way back to the seats. Everything is perfect.
And then reality explodes all around. The black bag, the papers, the time. All scream "Thesis!' The euphoria fades. The smile goes away. The scroll becomes another piece of paper among a bag full of papers.
The names fade. The applause fades. The theater disappears. A new feeling emerges.
Determination. A renewed drive for perfection, for success, for fulfillment.
This is just a taste of what is to come.
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