|My diploma and a silk scarf with the Faculty's emblem|
But the memory is a powerful thing. I can still remember most vividly the day I saw the Dalai Lama. It was the summer of 1999 and I was visiting a friend in Germany. I'm usually terrible with names and dates though.
I remember walking down the street with my friend and we both saw the Dalai Lama just as he was being escorted into a diplomatic car. We literally stopped dead in the middle of the street nudging one another. We probably looked ridiculous too.
A moment later the diplomatic car drove past us and the Dalai Lama looked at my friend and me. Our eyes met and he nodded in a sign of recognition and smiled at us. Had I been rummaging through my bag looking for the camera I would have missed it.
Three weeks ago I attended the graduation ceremony at our Faculty. I'm usually eager to skip these fancy events because I find them a bit exaggerated and phony but since the current dean is one of my favourite professors and my parents really really wanted to go, I caved in and off we went.
It was nice. No fluff, no phony stuff. The ceremony was just under an hour long. Perfect.
When my turn came to walk on stage to accept my diploma, I didn't wave at my parents or salute the crowd. I walked straight up to the dean, we shook hands and he gave me my diploma.
The one blurry picture my mum took is pretty lame but most importantly completely insignificant. What I'll remember for the rest of my life is the dean's warm smile and the sound of his voice as he congratulated me and wished me luck.