So, I've graduated *cheer*. The day was fabulous, frantic and overly fancy. It left me feeling very loved and appreciated by those dearest to me. It was wonderful, but it was something I'd been waiting for since I first began university some 3 years ago. I've said this before on here (link: here), but I never went into uni after the 'party, life out, be a complete tramp for 3 years' life. Not that theres anything wrong with that, my dear friends did that with pride and loved it. It's just not and never has been for me. I've always been quite academically focused, though by no means am I a grade A student (2:1 dolls hollaaaa). I wanted a degree to get a good job, simple.