Today finally arrived, although I have spent a goodly part of the last few years doubting its existence.
Hub and I left home before 9am and arrived at the university just over an hour later. That was good going! I joined lots of queues all snaking round barriers for all sorts of things – gown, hood, mortar board … waiting for the loo … finding my place in the auditorium – and then getting out again (with hundreds of graduates why was there only one exit and entrance??)
I was almost the last person to receive my degree. I had to bow to the Chancellor and then I got a handshake from somebody-or-other at the end of the platform. My tutor was amongst the platform party, though I didn’t spot her until the end. Then another huge queue for photos, while we all got fleeced and fleeced again – to hire the gown and hood, for the photos, etc etc.
Normally on these occasions you go back to your faculty and have a bit of a knees-up there, but my tutor had had to disappear by the time I emerged, so Hub and I pottered off to the local carvery and had such a big lunch we didn’t want to move :))
I somehow needed to go to the ceremony today – just to get it into my head that this degree is real.