The end of the beginning

Felt so proud yesterday.of all of us.my friends,my family,my entire e-lang cohort.The spirit, the special bond,the warmth, it all seeped in, through the chaos, the fleeting familiar faces,the exhaustion, the HEAVY robe that left you drenched with perspiration,the shoe bites, the mortar boards that simply refused to stay in place,the anxiety of looknig for perpetually missing people, diffferent people taking turns to go missing at crucial points, sas throwing her mortar board over the centennial backdrop in her enthusiasm (talk about going overboard!).it was all so surreal..and now its just over.
or lets just say, as the valedictorian, from ELANG class may i add proudly, said.."this is not the end.not even the beginning of the end. its quite simply the end of the beginning"
It felt that way yesterday.saying bye was just so weird.like we were saying bye properly,and not the usual 'bye for now but i'll see you around campus' kinda farewell.i cldnt even say 'cya around' without wondering 'when??' to myself.even with my closes friends.after 4 yrs which we spent almost literally inseperable..knowing we're certainly going our own ways now.its always hard saying goodbye.but i'd like to think of it as not goodbye, but just "so long, till we meet again".
I think the pictures wld say so much more than i can here.