Graduation was great. It’s nice to go back to a place without anything to do other than see people you like complete something important. It’s nice to just hang out for eight hours with them watching the slow realization that they are actually done creep over them. It’s nice to hug people who are crying. It’s nice to see just how decked out Haiwaian’s can get if they really want to. It’s nice to recieve those tiny gifts that let you know you belong no matter what anyone else says.