University Life Part 10: Graduation Eve
Tomorrow afternoon, I will be graduating. I will be walking across the stage in my graduation gown to collect my degree that I worked so hard for over the last four years. I’ll be stress-free, with all of those deadlines long gone. Full of relief and pride, over what I’ve achieved.
The last four years have been hard. They’ve challenged me in ways that I never expected, ways that the bright, shiny Uni prospectus never even hinted at. I’ve wanted to quit so many times, to just give up and get a job anywhere that will take me. I remember Googling different jobs to see what sort of qualifications I needed for them, promising myself that if I didn’t need a degree then I would just quit. It was only in those last few months, so close to the end, that giving up was completely taken off the table. I’d come this far and there was no way I was leaving this place without my degree.
But through all the hard times that made me want to leave, there were years of memories that made me want to do it all again. When else in my life will I be able to play chair jousting down the halls of my house, oblivious to the consequences? I’ll never throw such outrageous parties that my kitchen table ends up in pieces on the floor and my garden is full of a hundred strangers. I’ll never get to live under the same roof as my best friends for years, spending our days laying in each other’s beds watching the newest Netflix series.
But now we have the reunions to look forward to. Making the effort to travel to each other for a weekend of food, cocktails, and board games. It’s not the same as living together because you know it’s going to end soon. But because of that, you make the most of every minute. You reminisce over years of memories, laughing until your chest feels like it’s going to explode and your cheeks ache.
I’m so proud of myself for the person I’ve become over these four years. I’ve learnt so much and grown into a much stronger and more confident person. First year me would have never gone to a coffee shop alone. Fourth year me goes so often that her bank balance is starting to suffer. I would also never have considered taking a trip to London on my own. And now I’m looking for flats and applying for jobs there.
Walking across the stage to collect my degree is not the same person who slept in bunk beds in first year. I’ve gained confidence, friends for life, about 2-stone in weight, and a degree. And I couldn’t be happier.
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