The weeks leading up to your university graduation are pure bliss. Everything is perfect. Everything is wonderful. For the first time in so long you feel happy and it’s not the result of any recreational activities. The world is full of rainbows and sparkles, and you think it’ll stay that way forever. You poor, sweet, innocent child.
The good part is, you won’t be so naive for very long. The bad part is, it’ll hit you at the worst possible time.
What I thought graduation would feel like:
What it was actually like: