Just having a mooch through my photos and what-not and re-organising my blog, when I realised something. From June till December, I spoke about my balls-up of a degree and my impending graduation, yet when the big day did arrive on the 1st December last year, it passed by ever so quickly and no pictures to document the joyous occasion, (for the mother and grandad naturally) appeared!
Wednesday 1st December was my big day. We were slap bang in the middle of the snow season that came towards the end of November so of course the day was a tad over-shadowed by the weather, and with that, the real biggie? What to wear or in my mothers case, how to make her outfit more season-friendly. In the end, I thought to hell with it and went with the bog-standard. Pencil skirt, cream lace top and, biker boots. I know, I know, but to argue my case, they are very me!
The day passed over quite quickly, all in a mad rush of photo’s, realising that when it came to the gown, you are simply not expected to dress yourself, well why would you when a shouty older lady can do that for you?!
The ceremony itself was very long, drawn out and boring. I mean, you only care about your name and your friends being called out don’t you, not the hundreds of strangers around you. The moment came, I enjoyed the moment, laughed when I heard my mother cheering like she was at the football for me and did a little wave of my fake diploma as I crossed the stage. A nice, long-time coming day and I got to spend it with the two girls who accompanied me through third-year, PA, shithand, magazine and all.