That feeling when you finish your undergrad

All over my timeline and on instagram my classmates are posting the same photo that I have of them and their closest pals by the Queen’s University sign along with some saying like “Thanks for the best 4 years” or that Winnie the Pooh quote “How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard”. Usually all this repetition would frustrate me, like when it’s snowing and every posts that it is snowing, but instead it fills me with this sadness.

It doesn’t feel like four years have passed. I can’t seem to grasp that they have come and gone. I thought I would feel different when I finally got to the end of my undergrad. I thought I would feel older and I thought I would just magically have it figured out and ready to go. But, in practice, I still feel the same as I did entering first year when I was 18, I still don’t really know what the heck I am doing. What’s different is the pride I feel knowing that I told myself I would do this and I did.

When I posted my photo of me and my housemate of 3 years and said thanks for the best four years I really meant it. University was a mix of intense highs from friends and wild lows from exam and school work stress and from loss of loved ones experienced by all my friends. But I wouldn’t trade any of those experiences for anything. I am so thankful for all the support I got from my family and the love I got from my friends and the joy and admiration I have for all of us finishing this together.

I guess that when you get older it’s only a physical change not so much a mental change. Outwardly people treat you as an adult, but little do they know that on the inside I’m still a child (shhh don’t tell anyone it can be our secret).

So while I unpack I leave you all to reminisce about an achievement that really made you proud. Wish me luck, there are a lot of boxes.

Love,

Lea

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