It may of been 123 days since I logged on to find out that I was finishing my time at University with a First but I finally got to wear the cap and gown that signified that I was now too an official graduate. It was a long, cold blur of a day that included more ‘pomp’ and ‘ceremony’ than I thought possible. There are more pictures than I ever imagined currently sitting on SD cards and iPads; including many slow motion videos of hats being thrown in the air.
I didn’t trip, make a fool of myself or wear the tassel on the wrong side of my head, but this post is not about me; it’s a heartfelt thank-you to everyone who I have shared any of my degree with, from the 42 people who I saw for at least 4 hours a day, 4 days a week, for 3 long years, that doesn’t include filling the bottom floor of the library with paper the three days before huge assignments were due or the many night outs that we embarked on. It’s a thank-you to my family and friends for the support I needed to get me through. It’s a thank-you to the Mr for putting up with my ridiculous revision schedule and only seeing me on Tuesday afternoons for at least 4 months. It’s a thank-you to the lecturers and staff who made me fill out countless green submission forms and gave me many a sleepless night over assignments (I dreamt the answer to a series question once you know). It’s also a thank-you to the local ‘Pound Bakery’ for stocking enough pasties to keep me and my friends functioning at least once a week. It’s the biggest thank-you to the University of Chester for not only offering the perfect course for me but keeping the sweet section of the Union shop full and for opening a Starbucks on campus.
Because without any of this I wouldn’t have been able to accept a certificate (that will be framed in due course) that says that I obtained a First Class degree with Honours and I’ve never been so proud.