The day has finally come. You march in a procession down that long aisle in the main gymnasium, behind Board of Govenors, Mace, the Dean, and Professors. Pomp and Circumstance bellows from the band above. You are dressed in a black gown. Family and friends look onward to get a glimpse as you are seated. Awards and Honourary Degrees are presented. The Valedictorian gives the class speech. Your name is called. You walk across the stage. Kneel in front of the President of the University where he puts on your hood. You pick up your degree. The ceremony ends. Then the paparazzi and photo ops begin.
The day has arrived. The Class of 1999 was finished at UW. We were now ready to hit the real world. It was one final chance to see people from our graduating class. At this point, everyone's lives were starting to change. People were getting jobs, pursuing further academic studies, or were taking a well-deserved vacation.
This was the final chapter in my life at the University of Waterloo. I wish the best to all my fellow classmates on all their endeavours. One day, we will meet up again.
S-C! S-C-I! S-C-I-E-N-C-E!
H-2-O! L-O-2! SCIENCE ROCKS AT WATERLOO!
