On July 19th 2018, I graduated with a first class BA in English Studies with Creative Writing. The build up to university was challenging, and there were times during my first year that I wanted to quit, but I didn’t. I pushed through, and despite all of the stress (including essay writing on New Years Day), I’m so proud of everything I achieved. University isn’t for everyone, but to say that it’s only about grades would be to undermine the importance of the experience as a whole. During my three years, I learnt so much about who I was, and who I wanted to be. I met new friends, but unlike before, I realised that to rely on other people was to hold myself back. So, I applied for opportunities that were out of my comfort zone. I strove for grades that I once believed were out of my league. And regardless of my complaints (and trust me, there were a lot of them), I had fun.
So, dear reader, university won’t be the prospectus dream that you’d hoped it would be, but that doesn’t make it any less worthwhile. After all, sometimes the most memorable experiences are the ones you didn’t expect. The hidden gems that you only appreciate after the moment has passed. And university was that for me. When I graduated last month, I was bittersweet about the future, and in all honesty, sad about what I was leaving behind. University taught me so much more than I thought it would, and no matter where my career takes me, I’m grateful that I had the opportunity to go. Life has a way of pulling us in different directions, and with a bit of luck, I won’t take too many wrong turns along the way.
Here’s to the next chapter …