Last night was one of the end of year functions.
Important in that it was college graduation and marked the end of the college career for my full time classmates. Me, being part time will finish at the end of next year. (as an aside, can you believe it’s been a year since I was agonizing over whether I could cope with study on top of everything else??? I know… amazing what you can do when you forego a social life… no wonder I’m still single… )
Anyway… You know how the graduation things are right?
Yawn with a capital Y.
Still… I couldn’t have been more proud of the girls in my class, all 5 of them; the first ever graduates of the degree program offered by the college. So the 2 hours spent clapping as people walked past us and shook dignitaries hands wasn’t really a bust. It’s a great school, setting people up for great futures. And I’m sure that Dixie, Carry On Vicar, MiniMich, Shwobble, & Bathtub will certainly fly!
Congratulations!
I’m just really bummed I have to make friends with another new set of classmates next year. And no doubt they’ll be even younger than this year’s crop…
I think it’s time for Botox.
I couldn’t get over all the younguns everywhere when I attended Auckland Uni. Talk about “mature” student :)
Has it really been a year? It only seems like yesterday I remember you blogging about it…