The end... and the beginning
On Friday, June 13th, I became a graduate. From the HEC Business School Paris. It was a very special day for me, and surely for the other 1500 that graduated that day. Who could have imagined that time would go by so quickly. 4 years ago, I was walking on the grass of HEC for the very first time. And there I am. Graduate. Grown up. No more time to play
At the ceremony, I was told it was only the beginning of something. I was told to be proud, but never to lose sight of my own values, of my own sensibility to what's happening on the world. I was told to always see the wonders of life. I was told to beware of the power of my diploma, even to get away from it. I was told to think revolutionnary.
And I saw my friends. Not all of them, unfortunately, but some. Some for the last time. But I was also told to always remember that we are all HECs, and that I would never be let alone.
But there is something I was not told to do. I was not told to thank all the ones that took me there. That made it possible for me to become an HEC. That supported me all along the way, from the beginning to the end. The ones that I hope I made proud of me because they so much deserve it. That, I was not told to do.
All what happened to me was thanks to my family, that gave me everything they could, which was enormous. In terms of support, trust, pushing forward, liberty... Without them, I would not be there. Be it my parents, my sister, my grand parents, and all the others. I owe you everything. This diploma, I would like to dedicate it to you, because, whatever happens, even if I left, and whatever the choices I make, I know you will be there, you will support me, never hinder me, and give me more love than I can say.
So I just want to take the chance of this blog to say thank you all. I love you, and I hope to be able to make you as proud of me in the future as I know you have been up to now.
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