8th May 2009 was the date that I and my fellow course mates finished university. We all handed over our dissertations to the hatch and watched the shackles drop away from our hands. It felt wrong that there wasn’t a crowd of people awaiting to clap and cheer at our accomplishment as we all proudly strode out of the door of the main campus and straight to the pub.
We all sat around the table, with our pitchers of cocktails each smiling at our triumphs and congratulate each other on getting through the three years. I felt so overwhelmed, emotional and fresh with the felling of relief. As we all sat back and laughed about all the crazy times we’d shared on nights out and because we were having such a good time, everyone decided not to bring up the one thought that was plaguing our minds, “what is going to happen now?”
The subject was ignored, and the cloud of dread and anxiety loomed on in the distance.
The bestest friends I could ever have made x
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