Graduation

So tomorrow, I graduate from studying for my undergraduate degree in English Literature for the past three years. I have absolutely no idea how I should be feeling about this. A few months back, towards the end of said degree, I began writing some pretty dark ramblings about leaving University and not being able to understand where I was headed in life. I sat in the University Library on an Open Day watching the new perspective students wandering around with a look of wonder on their faces. I wrote a short piece about how their glee made me melancholy, I felt as though I was being forced from University without having a choice in the matter and, crucially, without feeling ready.

However, I didn't leave. I chose to accept a place on the Master's program and refuse to leave for another year. Yet, now I am affronted with the ending of my previous degree and I am unsure how I feel. Nostalgic at the prospect of seeing friends whom I haven't seen in months, happy that all that work is behind me and I have made it to the end, ecstatic that I am the first person in my immediate family to make it through higher education, sad that the last three years is culminating in one tiny piece of paper and a pompous ceremony..
Too much?

And it's raining. That surely puts a dampener on the end of my undergraduate degree! But surely allows me to drink brandy as an excuse to keep warm all day?

Today's Soundtrack: Phantom Planet