When I was 11 years old, I created a page dedicated to people that inspired me in my journal. Whilst I was clearing out my uni room, I found it. Stuck in the bottom left hand corner is a picture of Jacqueline Wilson, my favourite author at the time and one of the main reasons that I grew to love reading so much. Yesterday, I got to shake her hand as I accepted my degree in English Literature. Ain’t life funny?
For those of you that don’t know, I’ve spent the last three years studying for my BA in English Lit at the University of Roehampon, in London. When I started my studies, the idea of graduation felt like a distant, intangible event. It was always in my mind as the end goal, but I still didn’t feel like I would ever get there. Then, suddenly, in what felt like the blink of an eye, I was robbed up and ready to step on stage.
My time at university was turbulent to say the least. I’ve had some of my highest highs and my lowest lows whilst I was there. I’ve had breakdowns and tear-filled phone calls home. I’ve had days on end where I haven’t left the house in order to meet a deadline. But I’ve also made some of the closest friendships I’ve ever known and have had moments of pure joy, dancing around our little student flat. I can’t even begin to count the amount of times I’ve said or heard the words, “I’m making a cuppa, shall I fill the kettle up?” So, even though it hasn’t been easy, my time at Roehampton has been incredible and I am so grateful for the memories I’ve created on this crazy journey.
Even after receiving my final grade a few weeks ago, it still didn’t hit me that it was all over. But when I sat down and saw the graduation stage in front of me, you better believe that I cried like a baby! All of the pride for my achievements that I hadn’t felt over the last three years because I’d been constantly thinking about the next assignment flooded me at once. I realised just how well I’d done and just how much of a blessing my time at university has been.
I graduated with First Class Honours, I got the highest grade in my year and I got a prize for best dissertation. So, whilst my perfectionism would usually stop me from saying this: I absolutely smashed it! Plus, I got to meet my childhood idol in the process. 11 year old me would be proud.