My Graduation Ain’t For Sale!
Some people consider high school graduation as a turning point in their life. It’s something monumental: the juvenile days as school kids are finally over. It’s time to prove ourself and try to become whatever we want to be. Or maybe I’m just exaggerating. But one thing for sure: it’s one of those “camera-must-bring” moments for those graduating, right?
So it would probably be a little weird if I decided I would not come to my own graduation, wouldn’t you say? I mean, yeah, you’d question “whats this? some kind of teenage anarchy? or are you just a plain loser?”
Well maybe I am a little bit of both.
You know there are times when speaking or talking or simply doing something won’t help you reach either what you want or just a little bit of a compromise out of what you want against what others want? (complicated and jumbled sentence alert. haha)
Well this is one of those times. The thing is, just to attend my OWN graduation I had to pay money in the amount of five hundred thousand rupiah. This goes against my very conscience. This is waaay against my very principle in life: my NO-BULLSHIT policy. And this? To me, this is plain bullshit.
I assure you, it’s not about the amount of money. I know I come from a simple family who live out of my Grandparents’ retirement fund and pensions, and five hundred thousand is, I admit, a lot. But this isn’t about that. This is about “why-the-heck-do-i-have-to-pay-even-a-penny-for-my-own-darn-graduation”. This is about “shouldn’t-the-school-be-paying-for-this-thing-as-its-final-appreciation-to-the-graduating-students?”.
I called it bullshit, because they hand out INVITATION LETTERS to our parents. Haha I was laughing my ass off, cause my parents might as well be INVITING THEMSELVES because THEY’RE THE ONES THAT PAID FOR IT.
It goes soo high up on my Bullshitometer, people. Waay up.
So, the only way to not pay the stupid money is to not come for my graduation. What the heck, it’s just a symbol anyway. Without the ceremony I’d still be graduating, I’d still be studying International Relations, and the heck, I’d still be kickin ass and taking names! Hahaha.
So, call me a little Gandhi, or a sore loser, or whatever you want. I’ll go and graduate myself. But the upcoming graduation ceremony the school has “given” for us which is to be held in a five star hotel: Nah ah. I ain’t goin, I ain’t payin.
