The truth is we were not exactly sure the real event would grant us to wear these gowns on March. We were not sure if these covered the goosebumps on our skin. We were not even sure if those smiling eyes and grins had totally mantled our confusing desperation to finally flee from the university’s portals or our thoughts of leaving some newfound acquaintances that made for themselves a unique corner in our rooms’ existence. Most of the time, we were like suspended from a ceiling that waited for any form of push in order for us to swing and have its much needed momentum. Well, this is just me speaking. I don’t really know but what’s definite is that it just felt weird wearing those things.