This lovely young girl, my sister, is going to be graduating in the next few weeks from the University Technology Sydney.
After the day I was baptised, and until I got married, Graduation Day was the best day of my life . THE BEST.
I was told that it was going to be so boring and totally a waste of time, so I turned up with majorly low expectations. Reality was, the sense of achievement was on par to climbing a mountain, especially with the adrenalin kicking in as I walked across the stage. I was lucky enough to push the boundaries and have a cheer squad of about 15 attend, unlike other poor Graduands from city universities who are allocated a total of 3, yes ONLY 3 tickets. My support team, with Mum as the ring-leader, stood up and cheered, screaming my name as received my degree and did a little dance (Ok, so the little dance was in my head).
So UTS, cough up some more tickets so that I can see my sister take her degree in her hand and party like it was 1999.
THINK. CHANGE. DO.
THINK – of the poor family members who want to get into the assembly hall.
CHANGE – your 3 ticket policy.
DO – give me a ticket already.
Do you get my drift UTS?