In a lot of ways, I guess graduating for the second time is like being married to your second spouse-- it's a low-key affair, you bring your spouse (parents, optional), choose your dress, get fitted into a robe, have a few friends around, grab a few drinks, listen to a few speeches, have dinner, have your snapshot taken by a professional photographer, dance a little, cheer the live band, and then go home and live life as usual. You'd think that in your second marriage, you'd be a lot wiser. This is not the case. Even though I can now add another title after my name-- which gives people the false impression that I am just a little bit more cleverer than an "MBBS"-- I know there will be many more challenges ahead, and that it is perceptibly impossible to contain the wealth of growing information behind two titles. Whereas receiving my MBBS was a glorious experience, receiving my fellowship was actually quite a humbling one. I don't know if fellows of other specialty colleges feel the same, but my FRACGP has certainly made me realise what becoming a doctor truly is.
(Also, just realised I wore the same pair of gladiator heels to both of my graduations- hah!).