My time at university was less than exuberant. (You can read more about my university selection process here and my time at university in this post). However, I prefer to remain thankful for my experience at university because even though it is unlike other Uni Stories, it’s a story nonetheless. Plus, coming to London allowed me to meet up with a lot of people I had met on social media in the years preceding my degree. Some of the people I have met on Twitter over the years have gone on to become some of my best friends ‘in real life’ too so I will always be grateful that I at least got that from my university experience.
My graduation story is pretty short and sweet in all honesty. Basically, my logic was that I did not want to go to my own graduation because I felt like I wanted to celebrate with the people that had helped and supported me during my time there, and that did not include fellow students. I did not see the appeal of forking out grad costs to spend the day with a room full of people who didn’t even know my face or remember my name. My degree arrived a few weeks after ‘graduation’ in the post and I spent the day of the ceremony in a funky bar in London with my family and friends, drinking champagne and eating great food; flying to Cyprus the following day for more celebrations. No regrets, whatsoever. So I didn’t get the traditional graduation picture, but I do have my own memories and my own pictures of my graduation day, the way I decided to spend it. I also have a graduation owl that my parents gave me, which is super cute and sits on my desk, serving as a daily reminder of my achievements.
I would seriously tell people not to give up when you’re going through something alone. If you enjoy what you do, it makes no difference what those around you think or do. If something hasn’t been done before, be the first! Paint your own path. Find your own way. If you don’t want to do something, always have the courage to say no. Never be guilt tripped into something because you feel like you ‘should’. I mean c’mon, I even rejected being part of my own yearbook!
Have you ever turned down the ‘chance’ to do what was expected of you, in favour of doing your own thing? How did it go? Let me know in the comments below.