Graduation!

Everything went smoothly with my graduation yesterday, I didn't fall over on the stage and managed to keep my hat from falling off throughout.

It was like waiting for Christmas the night before but thoughts of graduation were put briefly to the side while listening to the Grimsby game and wafting down Chinese take away!

I awoke, donned the newly cleaned suit and headed on my merry way to uni. Luckily we were fairly early so there was no queue in the sports hall once we'd actually found it. I've been at uni for three years and didn't even know we had a sports hall!

We met others from our course as they arrived and it was strange seeing everyone again after so long- it's been over six months since our final seminar! The dash across to the Guildhall was dampened by a downpour but we made it in without any damage to the gowns. After a registration and a couple of photos it was time for the ceremony itself, a quicker than expected event.

The Guildhall seemed so much bigger with a huge screen at the back of the stage and a mass of proud parents and students. As more and more courses went up the nerves set in but it was a mix of nerves, excitement and overall pride as the Media Writers collected their long awated degrees. The walk across the stage meant that three years of hard work, late nights and endless reading was over but also made it all worthwhile as it finally hit home what I had achieved.

The ceremony ended in good time and we then joined everyone for a reception of tea, coffee, sandwiches and cake in the uni cafe, where we were also reunited with our lecturers and more course mates.

Plans were made for the evening as we had booked a buffet at the home of Media Writers, The Old Fat Cat. Buffet fans everywhere rejoice- the selection was much more than expected from a free spread and included pizza, chips, sandwiches, marshmellows, cupcakes and an awful lot of merryment from jubilant Media writers.

The night ended, once again, in reflex after first leaving the Frog and Frigate because downstairs was closed and then not being let into Ikon because "we're not students any more". And so we were left with a choice of Flares or Reflex and having had a decent enough time in Reflex on Monday, chose the latter.

We had a jolly time, ate Chicken Land afterwards and had very sore heads this morning, sorted by the traditional hangover cure of a Weatherspoons breakfast.

And so it's onwards to the Graduation Ball on Saturday to officially complete student life.