To be proud?

So now it's over. I always thought I would at least feel a little bit different than before, but,... nothing. Nothing has changed.

However, something has changed. Now there's merely endless time to spend with biking and meeting friends and hanging around drinking beer and dancing and shopping and visiting galleries and so on. But nothing else has changed. Now that all the colleagues in the office obviously have a different view on my expertise and ask me for my opinion on this and that, everything stayed the same as before. Absolutetly nothing has changed. Except of a confused police officer typing in my personal information into his computer with a disbelievingly look in his face when asking me for my academic studies. So, where is the difference? Is a short term in front of my name everyhting that should make me feel different than before? Should I feel proud for passing my diploma examination and knowing that there is a Mag.(FH) related to my name in the police database? An academic title which is absolutely important for all the other people to categorise me as a graduate but doesn't nearly describe what I've experienced in the last four years, regardless of hilarious or stressful situations?

Damned, I am proud! Not because of passing the final exam but because of coping four years of learning a lot of useful and useless stuff, four years of friendships and set-tos, four years of psychological terror (carinthian outback dialect, 'Hello-Kitty' in every imaginable pastel colour, unbearable odours, somniferous lectures, incredible dullness,...), four years of studying extra-occupational.