My Graduation

Last week would be one of the last times I’d ever be back at Uni and it was for my graduation. After a strenuous 4 and a half years of study, it was time to claim my prize and take home that precious piece of paper that would certify me as a bachelor.

Ceremony was an early 10am start meaning to register and collect my gown, I’d have to be at uni before 9am, something I hadn’t done in a long time. Certainly don’t miss the terrible traffic driving up.

Waiting for my gown

Once inside, I was already feeling hungry and the graduation ceremony was to be a big one, the entire auditorium was full and the number of people graduating overfilled the front rows into a section of the audience. There’s a sense of nervous-ness as you stand there waiting for your name to be called out for you to collect your testamur, as for me, I was a little unique in getting a Bachelor of Information Systems (as opposed to a Bachelor of Science I would initially sought out to achieve. Quite lucky to have graduated with a couple of people I knew, I had feared it was to be a lonely graduation as I was a bit of a lagger. Congrats also to Winnie Tran, Suching Wong and Sumeet Kukar.

Collecting the testamur

After the ceremony, it was the obligatory rounds of photos across the various landmarks of the university. First is one with the family.

Family photo

Then the library lawn (with the UNSW library in the background)

Library lawn stargate

Then the lookout above the quad, as well as the obligatory flying cape photo.

I can fly!

And at last, the main walkway, or in this case, being on top of the globe!

On top of the world!

To top it off, you’ve gotta have some drinks to end the day, and this would be my chance to check out this white house place they built while I was no longer at uni during the day time.

Punch at the white house

Thanks to Jimmy Lam for the photos, you can see the rest of the album below, there’s also a few photos of my cousin who handed in his thesis, marking the completion of the work required for his PhD, so congrats to him!

Click here for the rest of the photos

To end the day would be some dinner and more drinks 🙂 and generally a good time 😀

6 thoughts on “My Graduation”

  1. Dear Andrew Nguyen,

    Congratulations on your graduation from UNSW. You obviously enjoyed the day. However, seeing you climbing up and standing on top of a very valuable work of art, and an important University asset has caused a great deal of concern for the University’s Art Collection.

    This is that not the type of behaviour expected of an adult. I am sure your parents and family would be very disappointed if they knew how seriously this has been viewed. It would be appreciated if you would remove these images from this blog as soon as possible.

  2. Hi Belinda,

    Your concern is greatly appreciated by all.
    There’s nothing more important than upholding the integrity and outward image of UNSW.

    I do however question the seriousness of the situation as you make it out to be.
    Perhaps you’d like to enlighten us all on where the concern has arisen from.

    Is it for fear of damage or perhaps the detraction from UNSW’s outward image in Andrew’s picture?

    I for one think it’s quite a nice picture and doesn’t warrant a take down.

    One time, 14 friends and I decided to clamber on top of the iron ball to take a picture for a photo competition. The theme was “18th century Science”. I was always intrigued by Michael Faraday’s work, in particular the Faraday Cage. I don’t know why anyone would name a cage after themselves – I know I wouldn’t, otherwise everything I invent will have some connotations to promiscuous women of downtown Sydney.
    Failing to find a cage of any sort on campus, let alone one that looks remotely similiar to Faraday’s original cage, we picked the Iron Ball as seen in Andrew’s picture.
    And as everybody knows, it’s not a Faraday cage until there’s electricity involved but having no available electricity within a physical arm’s reach, we went with a metaphorical approach.
    We were all dressed in Yellow Shirts, because that’s the colour of electricity – Pokemon said so.
    As an art curator, I think you’d appreciate our use of metaphor here.

    One by one we climbed up the ball like rock climbers climbing up a really round rock climbing wall. I was one of the last ones to climb on when an eery creaking of twisting was to be heard before we were ALL thrusted forward as the ball dismounted from its base and began rolling down the UNSW’s infamous incline. Seeing this, I yelled to everyone to run but unfortunately my personality’s too comical to be taken seriously and thus, everyone laughed and began to hum the tune to the Indiana Jones’ theme.

    I submitted this photo and it got rejected because it had little relevance to the field of Science.

    Would you like to add my picture to the university’s art collection?

  3. Anthony,

    I would think that the reason for Ms. Webb’s concern is obvious. Apparently, even you have grasped it. Perhaps the seriousness of the situation would be more clear to you if you were to be presented with the bill for conservation or replacement of the damaged art work. Your flippancy is sadly typical of the type of person who has yet to recognise the aesthetic value inherent in public displays of fine art. Grow up!

  4. FArt Lover,

    Ms Webb’s concern has indeed been grasped and dare say might I add, perhaps the seriousness of ‘this’ particular situation would be more clear to you if you were to be presented with an angry mob hurling Faraday cages and toy dinosaurs at UNSW’s wonderfully arranged collection in a totally non-gory retaliation to Ms Webb’s comments above – if anything to prove their families care more about the services and amenities fees students are paying for an Art Curator to purge the internet of iron balls than the art collection itself.

    Your table-flippancy is sadly typical of the type of person who has yet to recognise the aesthetic value inherent in public displays of fine trolling. Grow up! (or down as it appears)

    I am quite happy to pay the fee for the removal of scuff marks caused by the threads of trousers and bum print smudges. Please send evidence of damage and invoices to for prompt payment.

    I was not responsible for the motorcycle tyre marks on the insides of the iron ball.

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