|Dress – Ted Baker. Shoes – Dorothy Perkins|
I had been dreading Wednesday 16th July for a long time – my graduation. It’s not that I didn’t want to celebrate the end of three years of hard work but I felt like I wasn’t ready to let go just yet. I’ve already stayed in Portsmouth longer than most as my housemates and I decided to keep our student house until the end of July so we could save some money from our part-time jobs.
The previous day, my mum arrived and we spent the afternoon wandering around Southsea and Gunwharf Quays, eating at Coast to Coast and lazing around my house, so lovely. The day itself was just stunning. A 10.30am ceremony meant it was an early start and a fight for the shower, but we were all ready in time for the arrivals of an abundance of family members. It was BOILING hot even at that time of the morning and when I picked up my robes and mortarboard, I knew I would be having serious sweaty hair kink issues (oh boy did I…)
My huge fear of falling on stage was unfounded – there were no daring stairs to tackle and I simply had to walk across stage, shake two hands and walk off the other side! Almost underwhelming in a way, but it was so nice seeing all my course mates together, many of whom I know I will stay close to for the rest of my life. Obligatory photos on the Guildhall steps followed, many of which I will cherish, many of which I should take to Weight Watchers for my triple chin.
The afternoon comprised of a delicious meal with wine and good company at Carluccio’s in Gunwharf Quays, followed by a boat trip in the early evening sun. In the evening, I went to a local bar with my housemates and a few others and stayed til closing. It was kind of a textbook perfect day spent with loved ones and lots of smiles! Now I just need to prepare myself for the big move on the 31st July…