The art of pomp and circumstance.

As this is my bout of blog posting, there's quite a lot to say to fill up the spaces that were vacant in my cyberspace absence.

The title of this blog refers to a certain piece of music that is often played at graduation ceremonies, including mine. I know, I graduated about a year ago, but just this past weekend we held a more formal ceremony for three years of home-school graduates. And despite having already done something akin to this, there was still a certain amount of special to be had from the experience.

So there I was, alongside five other fellow graduates sharing the glory of a milestone to be remembered. There isn't a whole lot to say after that about the ceremony juxtaposes the abnormal: We collected the aiming words of a commencement address, our diplomas, and sweat under burning gowns. Our pictures were displayed, our hard work commended, and our tassels turned.

Some may wonder that with my absence, my neglect to mention 'important things' supersedes the mention-worthy authority of this blog, but I just wanted to make a note of things.

I feel that even though the doom and gloom of leaving home has loomed overheard for a long time, this marks the beginning of the end. I have to start packing this week, and at the end of this week I'll be getting my second-to-last paycheck.

Things to ruminate over,
-Ben