May 24, 2018 A day within my college history that I cherish. That day was when everything Thomasians have gone through culminates into a thanksgiving celebration and a momentous send-off. Before we wore our togas and finally graduate, we wore our uniforms for the last time, with pride. We also have one uniform written with messages from friends and blockmates, like an athlete's sweater autographed after winning a game. In our block, we gave our graduation pictures to those who requested them (although I cannot accommodate them all, I'm sorry). And that's the reason I woke up early that day. I have not written something at the back of my photos yet after staying late to draft those messages and haikus (unfortunately, I lately realized I didn't write a 5-7-5 poem, but a 7-5-7 poem instead). So I spent the morning writing messages at my wallet-size "limited edition trade cards". See, I have an "autographed sweater" and "limited edition...