As it approaches a fortnight since I graduated with an upper class degree in Psychology, it came to my attention that I didn’t ever mark the occasion with a blog post. [This partly down to the fact that I am a slave to all things school uniform for the third summer running, and when I’m not, I am sleeping.] Fear not, on a rare day off I have managed to find the time to dedicate a post to what it is like as a graduate! I have decided to try something a little different and write a poem to sum up my experience.
*Disclaimer – I am in no way shape or form a natural poet!
As I stand there still in line,
Gown all draped and hat just perched,
To myself I whisper, “You’ll be just fine”
My eyes they scan, as the hall is searched.
I wish and pray that I don’t fall,
The last thing I want is to be the fool;
It’s a long way down to the end of the hall,
Just stay calm, and keep your cool!
My name it echoes all around,
The steps I then begin to climb;
This moment, really quite profound,
A precious moment that will stand still in time.
My hand he shakes, and wishes me well,
I smile and profess my thanks;
*Thank god it wasn’t me that fell!*
As we all return to the ranks.
A photo opportunity of course,
Our hats are launched in their mass;
Laughs and screams until we’re hoarse,
An opportunity I’m glad I didn’t pass.
I stand back and take it in,
Astounded at what I have achieved;
Happiness glows , as I wear such a grin.
But above all just relieved!