I graduated last month. I’m now officially a graduate. Fuck my life.
Was my degree worth it? I’ll let you know when I get a job in a relevant sector that pays ca$h money.
Being a graduate is stressful. I’m moving into a new flat at the end of this week and I’ve haven’t felt stress like this since I was trying to finish my dissertation without having a complete breakdown. Having said that, I’m one of the few people I know who is actually sad to have graduated – I had an amazing time at university and would go back in a heartbeat, so much so that I’m considering doing a masters next year. That’s next year’s problem though.
For those who don’t know me too well, I’ve just finished three years of a degree in Journalism, in which I graduated with a 2:1 overall. Somehow I managed to scrape a first in my dissertation, which I’m pretty damn proud of considering I restarted my topic and rewrote the entire thing in two months flat. I’m now also NCTJ qualified, having done an NCTJ diploma at the same time as my degree, one of the main reasons I chose my university in the first place. The final year was just as stressful as everyone warned me it would be, but not mainly because of university – you can read my slightly incoherent ramblings on that here if you so desire.
All stress aside however, I loved university and Graduation itself was a fantastic day – I got to hang out with all my friends looking fancy in our gowns, and went for a meal in Chiquito with my family in the evening before drinks on the beach with the #squad. Gradball was also a cracking night, we all got suited and booted and stumbled back through the front door at about 6am the next morning after the Survivor’s photo at 5am.
This is the part where you get to go holla at some of the photos from Graduation below!