I enjoyed joining Blogger and do not regret the decision of going public from ‘my dairy days’ although I never really started my journal addressed to my diary ever! It has given me the opportunity of reading and discussing the wide arrays of encounters, experiences, free-style or in-depth personal writings, all in good spirit. It made me realize that there is no pre defined standard or such a thing as appropriate writing style and nothing is a no match or fails to be material enough for writing.
The only reason I ventured into Word press is (in the hope) to blog more consistently which I thought would come more naturally with a change in environment and the need to explore, but I already feel a little guilty for putting things off. A blog update has been shamelessly due for a while. There is much that I can write about but I don’t know where to begin and it gets me a little flustered. Picking up where I left since my last post would prove to be a monumental undertaking and because I have the memory span of a gold fish I doubt I can incorporate much. However I choose to take this opportunity to retrace my footsteps and contemplate.
I graduated, was part of the pomp and show, which involved black gowns, the red sideway carpet, the carnations, the hat and the tassel, the podium, the flag, the photographs, but no hand shake (?)- our university president expressed he was a little too concerned about the swine flu that had plagued the mighty US, and he was convinced that shaking hands with 400+ graduates could pose sever health concerns. A mini discovery of sorts which demanded my full attention,(also an experience) whilst partaking in the ceremony was how awl- fully long the walk from the stage to your seat can get when the entire huge room is packed with cream colored seats with name tags occupied by too many graduating students. It’s a menace; the thought is overpowering in ways more then one, one such acutely highlighted by the recent employment circumstance. Nevertheless I was glad to be a part of the experience and acquire a degree, overtly relieved for having survived the last semester and elated to be engraved into the university alumni as the Class Of 2009.
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. I almost feel like writing has become some sort of a task that requires guided monitoring. Have I changed? I don’t knw. But I am glad I took to writing whatever little my mind decided to spurt out today, maybe once I get the hang of it again, I won’t be hesitant to be blog verbal and restrain my mind from thinking.
