My Graduation and What I Have Learned From Uni....

My first year at uni taught me a lot about unrequited love. I think everybody goes through this at some point or another. It’s one of life’s things. You go through it, pining for the other person who doesn’t give a damn! And it’s hard, you’re always hoping that maybe just maybe you’ve done enough to stay in their lives. Your mind is a tricky concept. It’s built the idea of this person to be impossible to live without, but it’s all in your head. Honestly, trust me, I’ve been there a few times myself. My first proper “unrequited” love in my first year at uni, and though it was hard at the time and I always held a candle out for him in the moonlight, hoping he might realise…it was for the best. I probably wouldn’t have been able to handle it. So I’ve figured that unrequited love is ok. I had and still have this certain person’s  care and while it might not be in the way I want it to be, it’s ok, sometimes you’ve got to deal with the lows before you can reap the successes. Actually, having the care of a lot of people puts you in a good stead for the future, rather than just focusing on one person when love can fall apart at any time. Love is a very temperamental thing and it is easy to tip the scale.

 

My second year at uni I learned not to judge people based on their appearance. I made a lot more friends that way and though the beauty of some people may lie far within, if you look for it, you will almost certainly find it.

 

In my 3^rd year I dabbled (brownie points for the word?) in new experiences. Ones I had never known before, ones I’d heard about and ones that I had previously thought were out of my reach. Also I learnt to stop having regrets. If I loved someone, I made sure they knew because tomorrow is not promised and you never know when it might be your last chance to. They were a really incredible 3 years which I would not trade for the world. All the friends I made along the way have been amazing and I’ve been lucky to have them in my life.

 

Now the subject of my graduation comes up….I know MY graduation? I never thought it was possible….but I was thankfully proved wrong! (Not often you’ll hear me say that!)

 

The ceremony was a beautiful one. Held at Westminster Cathedral it was set to be an amazing day. The choir were sat in their pews at the front poised to sing their little hearts out. This was a catholic service – it was after all, a catholic university I went to! Westminster Cathedral was beautifully hot. This day was one of the days we had a heatwave…(I know, England? Heatwave?) but it was extremely sweltering in those robes! I was one of the first in the queue of graduants to shake the hand of the university’s headmaster and collect my certificate off to the side of the great hall. I remember at one stage having to put my thumbs up at one of my friends to convince her that she’d be Ok when they read out her name. I felt proud of myself when it was over, but was so relieved to finally take off my gown! And then we went to the afterparty on the university grounds and I met up with a few people I wouldn’t otherwise see. I was so tired I could only sip a cider! (That is not me, at all) and then we left pretty early on. A good end to a truly magnificent day.

 

Thank you for reading. As ever, if there is anything you would like my opinion on (be it a situation you're in currently, something that's wrong with he world or just general) don't hesitate to le me know. Either comment below or send me a tweet (@steph_carfrae) and I hope you're having a good day.

 

Steph

 

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