Getting High
Earlier this day I volunteered to be a student marshal for the graduating students of SMU. Okay the job name sounds nice but actually my job is only helping the students where they’re supposed to sit and ushering them to the venue of their degree award ceremony. Oh and I had to wear a marshal gown. You know, those gowns that academics wear at the so-called ceremony? (Not a pretty pretty gown, FGS!) And PLEASE. It was hideous ok. It made me look damn big. Like, enormously big.
I didn’t even dare to take photo. Just wait for 3 years later. I would be wearing a better looking one.
And anyway, the “getting high” thingy is not about being a student marshal. It is more… literal.






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