Bit of a dramatic title there, but for me it really is.
So I have finished the exams and the presentations, my last term has ended and now all I have left of my educational journey is my results and graduation day.
I am getting ready to say goodbye to 18 years of formal education and Although I am seriously looking forward to it, I would be telling one big porky pie if I said that it didn’t scare the pants off me.
I mean when I graduate I leave behind that cushty safety net that is “I’m a student”. The amount you can get away with when you state the is unreal.
“you haven’t done laundry in three weeks?!”………..”I’m a student”.
“you ate pizza for breakfast?”……………….”I’m a student”.
“you went into lab wearing your pyjamas?” …………….”I’m a student”.
I mean where on this earth am I supposed to find a lab that will employ me and allow me to wear my pyjamas to work?
But in all seriousness, it did get me thinking. now obviously I cannot speak for every student but The security of being attached to a university as I entered full blown adulthood was invaluable and it did provide that help which I don’t think I would have got if I had moved out of my mum’s house and gone it alone. It was 80% independence and 20% we’ll hold your hand and we’re here if things go wrong.
So much has happened over the last three years here that I could fill a whole blog with stories (don’t worry I won’t) that I would have never fathomed when I was that 18 year old pulling up with my dad on my very first day with a boot full of stuff that would be the start of my world for the next 3 years.
I have made friends and lost friends. I’ve Found the people that will be there forever and those that impacted a small part of it. i’ve been heartbroken and found love. I ‘ve cried desperate sobs and laughed till nearly peeing myself. I’ve got very drunk, and danced until my feet bled. i’ve joined sports clubs and societies. I’ve done countless library all-nighters, acquired a pretty impressive set of text books and done more lab hours than I dread to think.
I have grown up, and although I enter that scary and cut throat world of “career” I feel more ready for it than I did at 18.
So as my friends and I run around campus taking those “last day” shots, I’ll leave you with some photos that encapsulate my last three years:
Note: these are mostly pictures of myself, and obviously I did make friends, but firstly i'm not sure how they would feel about having their photos paraded over the internet. ;) and secondly, it documents well the change in myself and my my choice in clothes.
Be warned, this is heavily pictorial and will go in some form of chronological order.
|My first day - Rabbit. Headlights. Velvet. spring to mind.|
|The view from my bedroom window in my first year. Pretty decent eh?|
|Fresher's ball 2009|
|The buggers that stole our food where we were out!|
And then we reach here.
I hope you stuck through all of that.Congrats if you did!
These photos show nicely the times when I was dolled up and smiling, which deceivingly hides the stress. Most days were actually spent walking like a zombie in trackies and a lab coat ;) but of course there is no photographic evidence of these :)
More to come soon!