I had an appointment with the photographer to take my graduation photo on the worse day possible; the one day when 30cm of snow was to fall. Even my winter boots couldn’t save me from the treacherous walk through Queen’s Park. I almost slipped twice. Thanks to my fast reflexes, my hands broke my fall each time. Too bad they couldn’t prevent me from looking stupid.
In some ways, the arduous journey to the graduation photo session is a symbolic version of my struggle towards graduation. The University of Toronto is a good school with very impressive rankings, but looking back, it probably wasn’t the most suitable school to me. Its size (70,000 students) is alienating and the teaching method very theory-based. It’s the perfect school that teaches how one should go about being an academic contributing to theories, not one who goes out applying these theories to the real world. I’m a practical person – one who will work tirelessly for a reasonable end. If there is none, I lose interest. I will most likely be happier in the working world. Nevertheless, I’ve learned a lot through these four years.
Click below to see some pictures from my symbolic journey to graduation.
My dorm in 2nd year
Southern end of the university
Outside my house