I’ve always admired a particular type of intelligence: one that wears knowledge with grace, challenges ideas respectfully, communicates clearly, and connects with others without ego. To me, it’s one of the most valuable traits.
The worst remark is one that cuts at my mind. When someone questions my intelligence or dismisses me, it doesn’t just offend; it strikes at the heart of who I am. But today isn’t about that.
Today is about determination - the relentless drive to show up, stay curious, work hard, and push through self-doubt. But more than that, it’s about the support of family and friends who’ve cheered me on and took time out of their schedules to share this special occasion with me.
One of my biggest regrets in life is not giving 12th grade a proper go. I was heartbroken, certifiably lovesick, and couldn’t function. I skipped classes, barely scraped through my final year of high school, and the disappointment still lingers. I often have recurring dreams of a do-over, but I always wake up before I even make it to the classroom. It feels like an unfinished chapter - one where I didn’t achieve the HSC mark I was capable of.
Maybe that’s why I pursued this master’s degree, not just for the qualification, but to settle a score with the past. And now, with the story rewritten, perhaps those restless dreams can finally sleep.
