My first thought, after stepping across the stage, was: what happens now? It is a cliché but it is a true sentiment. The last weeks were anticlimactic, to use an understatement. I wrote my papers and concluded my classes and worked all of the days in-between. There were no tears, no heartfelt goodbyes. My time on campus was only a reflection of a reality: I am here because I am supposed to be here. I walked out of the arena with a sense of yearning for the future, set in my goals yet unsure how to accomplish them. That is where I stand. That is what I think.