Friday, August 10, 2007

Ant*onia Yoy*ada, B.S.

Around this time four years ago, my brother and I went down to IAH to pick up one special feisty little girl, eighteen years in age. She came down the elevator to the baggage claim area wearing a bright orange t-shirt, blue jeans, and matching orange slip-ons. Orange is (and from the look of things will be forever) her favorite color--a little unconventional for yours truly--but it matches her personality.

She started school a few weeks after, first at a community college at a neighboring town. She later transfered to a school they think so grand to become the third Aggie in the family. Those undergraduate days of hers were pretty colorful. She studied hard, she worked hard, and sometimes, she played hard. Most importantly, she grew up to be a person with an independent mind.

The girl graduated today despite everything that had happened through a series of unfortunate situations, namely that her father had a stroke attack that year she started school and that he passed away as she was about to finish her final examinations in May.

As the ceremony ended, I walked down the hallway looking forward to be the first to congratulate her. Lo and behold, what I saw was a woman with boundless opportunities upon her shoulders.

We are all so proud of you, Princy. I know that Papa is looking down from heaven smiling.

Let's drink the audit ale to the future so ahead!


Anonymous said...

Thank you the prinster. Wouldn't have made it without you supporting me in this hard knock world...hehe. The life of a jobless is so not my style, but I guess I have to bear with it. Once again the prinster I thank you!!!

nadia said...

that is the sweetest post i have ever read.
i hope that when i graduate i'll have someone write something just as sweet!

Anonymous said...

congrats for NY *cup2* and you two have fun in houston.