Symphony in red, black and white
An important day for my family: my daughter’s graduation ceremony. We’d all be there with some of her friends and close relatives. I was trying to disguise I was rather tense as I, like all mothers, wanted the best for her. I didn’t mean the best mark, I only wanted her to be fully satisfied: After all I don’t think that the final mark is what really matters, yes of course it does, but it’s more the atmosphere, the empathy, sympathy and interest in your work the professors show that really makes the difference for you. What you need is some kind of encouragement you’re afraid of the future. You know it’ll be tough then, but now it’s time to get some kind of reward for all the work done! I know pretty well what’s it like when nobody seems to care about you,
in fact my graduation ceremony ended with these words: you’re now doctor in .... for what it’s worth. And this is all I remember of that day!
I pretended I didn't care since, in a way, those studies were not what I really liked, but then when I got a job the following year, I must say, I'd have liked to call him, but what for? He wouldn't even have remembered my name...
Luckily her story was different, she was very good and what most matters she was fully satisfied at the end.
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