I graduated…

So as some of you may have seen, if you follow me on any social media, I graduated on Monday with a Bachelors degree in Journalism. finally

Liam Pitts Ba Hons Journalism

After three years of blood, sweat and tears it has come to an end and I am still unsure of what to make of the whole situation. Going from study nights in the library, endless hours of group work and forcing every ounce of effort into my work to doing absolutely nothing is the most surreal feeling ever.

This time in 2015, if you’d have told me that I would be graduating with a degree in Journalism, I seriously wouldn’t have believed you! After originally applying to do English Literature at Portsmouth, completely mucking up my A-Levels oops and experiencing a brash change-of-heart to study in the Capital, I am happy to say that I now have those letters after my name: BA Hons. 

The University experience is absolutely inexplicable. No matter how confident you think you are or how well you think you could cope with meeting (and living with) new people, nothing could possibly prepare you for the emotional rollercoaster that encapsulates you over the course of the three years. I considered myself to be quite outgoing but that first day was totally nerve wracking.

They say that the years you spend at University are the best years of your life and I, for one, agree. It has been the craziest, happiest, saddest and best time ever that has made me a better person than I was before. I have had to live with people I don’t know, adapt to living without my parents, wake myself up for 9am lectures, set myself targets to reach deadlines and everything else in between.

They also say that the friends you make at University are ones for life. There hasn’t been a truer word said! I am extremely grateful to have spent my time with the best group of people that I could have asked for. They have been there for me (as I have for them), provided a shoulder to cry on, been the voice of reason and also that niggling voice in your head that persuades you to go out even though you have a deadline and a 9am lecture in the morning.

The next step is yet to be decided.

For now, Roehampton, it’s goodbye! See you soon, my old friend. 

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