D for Degree of course! Bet all of you dirty minded people out there thought I was talking about something else. Like dishwashing detergent. Got you again. This is absolutely clickbait, my apologies. But hey, there's a first time for everything.
As of last week, I officially completed my undergraduate degree at the University of Western Australia. Well, that's if I passed my exams, which I am truly hoping I did, not just for the sake of this blog post but for the sake of my sanity. I walked out of my final exam, 30 minutes early in my usual fashion (no point changing it up now, am I right?) almost jumping and screaming with pure satisfaction, joy, and exhaustion. But then I realised, it was only me, walking along the corridor of the Arts building, with no one else around, and a million 'QUIET: EXAM IN PROGRESS" signs stuck on the walls. So I just did I light skip and hum right on out of there, hopped in my car, and blasted none other than High School Musical 2's "What Time Is It" because that is what sad people like me who are stuck in 2008 do at the end of every school year. I digress.
Despite the fact that I won't actually attend my graduation for a couple of weeks, I really truly am done. For the first time since I was literally four years old, I don't have another year of school or study ahead of me. No more essays, assignments, early classes, readings (that I never did anyway), lectures, word counts and best of all, I will never have to reference ANYTHING wrong again in my entire life. Until I have a quarter life crisis and head back to do my masters in god knows what, maybe I'll give psychology a go. All I can say is, I have done it, and in a couple of weeks, I will have letters next to my name. They might only be BA, but at least they will be there.
So am I happy I did the whole university thing? The expected thing? Short answer, despite how much of an average university student I was, yes. Ironically, my little brother is just about to start university next year, and earlier today, I was briefly interviewed by my high school about my university experience. Let's just say, I've done a whole lot of reflecting in the last 24 hours, so these are my final thoughts on what has been an interesting three years.
1. You have the choice to learn about whatever you want in the whole world, so choose what interests you, and preferably, something that you can talk about over dinner
Many of you know my first degree was in fact Arts/Law. But thank god I got myself out of there because law is not interesting to me. Not to say that law is boring for everyone, I know for a fact some of my friends absolutely love it, and good for them, that's there thing. But it was not for this girl. So I decided, if I am going to pay tens of thousands of dollars, and most likely be in debt for at least the next twenty years, I may as well study something that I a) want to have in depth conversations with people about and thus b) am passionate about. Learn about something that completely expands and alters your views about the world. I learnt about art and politics. But it was so much more than just that.
2. Make some friends, branch out, and really find your groove.
I was probably the biggest over achiever in high school - I was involved in everything and anything. From firsts netball to chess club, mock trials to life drawing class. But at university, not so much. In between work, a social life, the uni grind and keeping myself a float, I just didn't have the time, and to be honest, I just wanted a break. I made friends at uni from the word go, but they were never overly close friends, until this last semester. Yes well done me, leaving things to the last minute as per usual. But this semester something changed. I started going out more, being more sociable, and attending class a little earlier. I pushed myself to say hey to strangers, and to spark conversations whilst waiting to go into class. I engaged more with my tutors, instead of rushing out the minute I was dismissed. And I even attended my first university party on my very last day of classes ever. But better late than never I always say.
It's been three years since I graduated high school and began the journey into higher education. I may not be coming out of it with an internship lined up, or better yet, a corporate job in some office. But I wouldn't change it for the world. I am a different, better, new and improved version of the girl who accepted her university offers three years ago. Now the fun really begins.