I’m that person who just went and picked up their regalia for their graduation ceremony and started crying as they walked back to their car.
I finished my last unit November last year. I was thrilled, but that gradually faded as the humdrum of life reinserted itself. I haven’t been particularly thinking about the graduation ceremony at all – except that it’ll be a little boring for the friends I’ve invited along. I was an external student for most of my studies so I’ve mostly felt a little disconnected from the internal machinations of my units and from the university in general. I went to the library at times, and I went up to do exams, but in general it’s been more ‘this is my thing and I do it on my own’. I thought I might not even attend graduation. Over the last year or so though, I decided graduation would be a good way to celebrate my achievements and honour that I got myself through. I didn’t expect to cry when I went to pick up the regalia, that’s for sure. I got a little overwhelmed, realising it’s all over – and I did it.
I’m happy I achieved it. It’s been 7 years of part-time internal and external study alongside full-time work. I’ve spent every semester weekend reading, researching and writing. I’m happy it’s over, but I’m also a little sad as studying is something I really enjoy. I got an invite to apply for Honors, but because I hate my job, I wanted to spend this year finding something I want to be doing. Plus, to do Honors I think you have to be internal and I just can’t afford it (rent!).
Anyway, I can’t believe it’s over – feeling a little overwhelmed.