The end is just the beginning of another

I have attended convocation receptions, not the service, because you won’t be allowed in. its worthy of note to mention the joyous smiles on the parents faces, the well wishers, even the faked ones on students who don’t even know the graduate’s face, because they have only come to eat. Everyone rejoices and cheers as to know the journey of 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 years has finally come to an end. Sometimes we tend to say parents are happier because the weekly disturbance for money has ended. Now mummy can get herself more bags and shoes.
Well, the graduation day, it’s really a joyful day. You tend to think of all your lecturers, good and bad ones, nice and hostile ones, you joke about them, you smile at the ones that are very considerate and fatherly or motherly, you frown at the ones that will send you out of the exam hall without a blink just because you didn’t buy his course material. You think of all the wonderful concussions you have cooked, all the eateries and restaurants you have visited that you can tell which is good in which. Trust university of Ibadan students to tell you, archive around chapel or Olaolorun, a place around Skye bank at Bodija is good for nice swallows, Tedder, not minding their stress is good for moinmoin and jollof rice, queens hall for Ofada stew and all sorts.
But then, the end of a journey is the beginning of another. Remember when you were in pry 6 and you felt you have arrived, then you got to jss1 and the journey started afresh, likewise jss3, ss3 and 100 level. Such is life. Most of us hate the thought of changing friends, schools or situations but it is compulsory to do so as the world itself is not static it changes location.