Here I am three years later with a degree and a vast worth of experience. If you look to the left you'll see my hand and a crazy ring. Now I know this is a little late but I wanted to share this with you. I wore that ring on graduation day. It sorta clashed with the long, traditional robes but I had a reason. In the first few weeks of uni, desperate and excited to throw myself head first into academia, I arranged a study session in the library with some friends to work on a poetry analysis assignment. A friend brought these silly children's cupcakes, each had a little Halloween themed ring on top. Mine had a little witch on it. I joked that, since that felt like where we were starting, I'd wear the ring when I graduated and I stuck to my promise. We totally failed the poetry analysis assignment but I shall forever remember that study session and the people I shared it with and the fun we had particularly within that first year. I wore that ring with pride on graduation day because it felt like a pleasant reminder of where we started: young, hopeful and stumbling through our first assignment.
Good luck and best wishes to anyone currently preparing to go away for university. I hope you make the best of your experiences.
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