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A Sign Of Things To Come... Hopefully!

Yesterday I caught up with a girl who I used to work with, someone who has been a very good friend of mine for a couple of years now. When we used to work together we would always talk about our lives and university. Working where I work only a handful of people are actually university students so it was always nice to connect with someone who's going through what you are going through and will go through.

Yesterday was her graduation day, and she was kind enough to invite me to the celebration after the ceremony.
The weather was awful, it was cold and looked like it would rain at any given moment, but it held off for the most part, only a slight drizzle, and yet the day was amazing. A great atmosphere. When I saw her she was still dressed up in her gown and hat and I genuinely was so happy for her and so proud of her. I had seen her stressing over her exams and I was so happy 6 months ago when she first got her degree classification. She's extremely clever and worked really hard and it paid off - she got a first class degree, which is something I aspire to! Fingers crossed!

She really is an inspiration to me, after all if she has been able to do it, and her exams were all at the end of the year opposed to split like mine, then it must be possible! I just know that this time next year, when my graduation rolls round, I don't want to regret not working hard now, so if I don't blog, forgive me. Trust that I'll be working hard so I can share fond memories of my day with you all!


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