So I had my uni graduation ceremony last night. Apart from an expletive-laden outburst from one of the angry graduates on stage, it went pretty much as expected. I wore the silly cap and gown and reconsidered the merits of living in the 1800s and going to Hogwarts. I didn't trip on my way to collect my degree. And I resisted the temptation to throw my cap in the air. I guess it was a bit of an anti-climax having the ceremony in March, long after the excitement of finishing is over and the reality of being jobless has set in. I guess I was always a little bit naive in thinking that having a degree meant everyone would want to give me a job.
I don't think the piece of paper means what it used to. This chick seems to agree. Nevertheless I felt a bit special thanks to my parents and grandparents making a fuss of me the whole night and taking me for Italian hot chocolate afterwards.
The sugar's worn off but I'm escaping my post-uni depression with good music, books, family, and mission preparation. Life is long and shouldn't be spent waiting for things that will supposedly make me happy. Joy in the journey and all that jazz.
I got my uni results on Saturday and a letter of completion today and its starting to sink in that there's no more school to cruise endlessly along in. I've always known what was coming next, now it's big, scary unknown. I'm definitely ready to work and have 'life experiences' but I don't exactly have a job set up or a solid action-plan. Being patient and not comparing myself to Rory Gilmore is proving difficult. I'd love a TARDIS to take me 5 years into the future right about now. Constantly daydreaming about spending Christmas in the UK isn't helping matters either. Speaking of white Christmases, here's something the lovely Kiley drew in honour of the season.
