My graduation was on Monday.
I am officially no longer a student, I’ll have to get a “proper” job and I can’t use “But I’m a student!” as an excuse for multiple Italian takeaways, bottles of vodka and bars of chocolate. In the words of my boyfriend, I have officially become a “real” person. (Apparently, before Monday I was a pseudo-person but now I’ve been upgraded to ‘full-on human being’ status.)
When I look back at the three years I’ve spent as a student I realise that under the University of Hull’s watchful eye I have changed in ways I never could have anticipated. It has taught me a lot of lessons (not just of the scholastic kind) and has given me swift kicks up the bum and a stern talking to when I needed it most. For this, I will be forever grateful.
But the most important lesson University has taught me is the value of independence.