Seeing Only Numbers

So months and months after I actually graduated from my various concurrent scholastic endeavours, I convocated. That’s not a word, I realize, but it’s what I did. My parents came out and the family collective headed into downtown Vancouver to the swanky convention centre where I joined the scads of graduates (99 percent Asian, of course) and said my final goodbyes to years and years of study. The day was a blur, but I Hipstamatic-d it. That is also not a word.

I had Janelle work as my camerawoman since I wasn’t supposed to carry anything on stage with me…plus that would look stupid if I posed for a self-shot while walking across the stage.





There was a big paparazzi scrum when walking in…imagine millions of Chinese with massive Nikons flashing away.







Mee!





Proud to be! Now to earn the big bucks…