I finished my degree last week- last Saturday to be precise. It’s taken me nearly a week to write this because I’m still in denial. Even seeing the words written down doesn’t make it seem real.
It seems like only yesterday that I was having a meltdown about the fact that I didn’t have the confidence or life experience to move into a flat with strangers. Fast forward 3 years, some wonderful new friends, lots of tears, even more laughs, multiple takeaways, weeks spent hunched over lecture notes in the library, spontaneous drunken nights dancing in the kitchen until 5am, new experiences, and a hell of a lot of personal growth, and it’s all over.
To say I’m sad is a huge understatement!
I didn’t think I’d feel as sad as I do; completing a degree is, hands down, the most difficult thing I’ve done so far, and these last few weeks have been especially hard, so I’ve found myself wishing that the end would come soon so many times. And now the end has passed and I wish I could rewind a little. That’s always the way though isn’t it?
To be totally honest, the moment it was all over- when the head invigilator in my last exam told us it was time to put down our pens- it felt pretty anti-climactic. I don’t know quite what I was expecting; I knew our lecturers weren’t going to surprise us with cake and shower us with balloons, but I thought I’d at least feel happy or excited or something.
It doesn’t matter though because it’s all over- no more exams or revision stress or essay deadlines (unless I do a masters, but that’s at least a year away). Now all that’s left to do is wait anxiously for results and (hopefully) graduate!