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So, graduating feels like this, huh? Fifteen years ago, I marched into this toy-filled room with kids just my age jumping around. They were definitely enjoying the first day of class. On the other side of the room were kids crying, pleading for their mommies not to leave them behind. Obviously, their view of this new environment was entirely opposite to what the “jumping kids” had in mind. Apart from the room’s description, I could not remember much of the details of my first day in kindergarten, so to make this post a little longer, I got up from the computer screen and asked my mom (who was currently cooking our lunch) how I was that day. Drawing from her sharp memory, she said that while the other kids from both extremes were making the room kind of chaotic, I was just there sitting quietly. I tried to remember what I was thinking at that particular moment, but I could not dig any deeper. Perhaps I was nervous or overwhelmed or shocked? After that, I could not recall how many times ...