I never understood the whole deal about graduation, until I was properly dressed in my robes. I didn’t know how to feel about it last night, but I was proud as hell of myself as I walked out of Whitworth Hall in my white dress and black, yellow and purple robe. Proud not because I’m arrogant, but proud because I know I’ve earned this.
It’s hard to believe that it’s all over now, and I know that Manchester would never have been and will never be the same without you Singaporean hommies.
Thank you for everything :’)
The minute I start caring, I fold like a house of cards. I know it’s time to let you go now. You’re fickle, unpredictable, and you don’t care. You remind me of everything about him, about why we couldn’t work out 7 years back.
You gave me a reason to believe that things don’t always have to be that way, and I couldn’t be anymore grateful after having lost faith in all those people. So please, don’t take that reason away.
Dad & Mum, you don’t know how grateful I am that you two have decided to support me for the LPC :’) I know I don’t deserve it, and I’ve been really willful, but thank you so, so much. I’m not ready to go back home and I know I’ll be miserable if I do because I don’t have a job, and because I need this one year to make things right, to focus on the things - beyond academics - that matter.
You have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you so much, I love you both and I can’t wait to see you in July.
Thank you for that one and a half years’ worth of silent motivation. I would not have survived the countless hours in the library without you. It saddens me to know that I’ll never see you again. You are no doubt one of the most determined, focused and gentlemanly person I’ve ever met.
I need a cuddle so bad. I was dead on track for a first, but now I have to work incredibly hard for it because I messed up today’s paper. I’m so scared right now, and I want to move on and get over it but it haunts me so much because thinking back, I know I could have done that question if I was a lot calmer, And when I say bad, I mean I’m struggling to pass. I can’t afford to fail because its final year and there aren’t any resits. If I fail, I lose the honours to my degree. I’d be nothing but a failure.
Them lights are going on my wall next year.
Friday nights, saturday mornings.