Sure, it was two months ago now, but I've been waiting on the professional pictures which I now have, hoorah!
But we did it! After months of waiting to use the graduation cap emoji and writing "congradulations" everywhere (punny, no?) the day finally came.
Modern Languages were given the very last ceremony after a week of graduations at the University of Bristol. And, after a week of sunshine, it decided to absolutely CHUCK it down all. damn. day.
For days I simply refused to believe anyone who told me it was forecast to be horrendous weather. I had my dress, shoes, bag, extremely detailed itinerary for the day (obvs), and nothing was going to rain on my and my friends' parades.
Shout-out to my dad for being awesome and chauffeuring the Hosie gals around all day thus saving us attempting to walk to far in our heels through the torrential rain!
To the annoyance of, well, ALL students, it's tradition at The University of Bristol NOT to wear mortar boards. I know! Bit rubbish.
Buuut we still got gowns, HOORAH! They're fun to wear, if slightly more awkward than I'd been expecting - mine kept falling off my shoulders and going wonky but I werked it. (Not a typo. I'm trying to be cool.)
After picking up my gown I dragged the fam (minus the absent brother, who had a prior commitment in Spain, whatevs) along for some professional photos with the very talented Jamie Corbin. So that was fun. He even let us pretend we had mortar boards, yay!
|I am the dancing girl emoji, also known as José. (-> Hosé -> Hosie.)|
There was Prosecco, tea, coffee, strawberries and cream and caaaaaake! So yes, it was pretty ideal.
It was also amusing to discover some of my teachers had seen Holly and thought "why isn't Rachel wearing her robe?" Apparently the Shrimp and I look kinda similar... What do you think? (In case you hadn't guessed, she's the one in the green dress.)
But mainly I was just so excited to see my friends again! I'd spent the morning bumping into people here and there which is exactly how I'd spent the past four years of my degree. I love it.
Awards were handed out (sadly there wasn't one for "sparkliest lecture attendee") and before we knew it, it was time to make our way down to the amazing Wills Memorial Building for our ceremony! With the prospect of walking up and down stairs in super high heels with hundreds of people watching still looming, I'd been conscious of not drinking too much Prosecco.
The graduands all took our places in our assigned seats in the Great Hall and were given a briefing on how errythang was going to go down.
As well as the programmes we were given teeeeny UoB pencils and a tote bag. Don't ever say you don't get your money's worth from a degree.
As family and friends streamed in, the hall filled up, cameras snapped, the atmosphere of excitement grew and then it was time to start.
And then graduation happened. One by one we smiling graduands picked up our certificates and became graduates. It was all impeccably organised too. Equally impressive was that neither of us ladies in our silly high heels fell over on the stairs which is quite an achievement if you ask me.
The national anthem was sung, speeches were made and then it was procession time again. Our ceremony had all the pomp one would expect from a thoroughly British occasion, and I loved it.
The new graduates and our families mingled outside in the most celebratory of atmospheres before splitting off into groups for special dinners - we went to Aquila.
It's the most wonderful Italian restaurant: great food and friendly service whilst also being a bit more special and snazzy than the likes of Pizza Express. They also gave us free Prosecco so yay to that.
Apols the pics aren't better - I only had my phone, which is an iPhone 4 (feel my pain) - but please take my word for it when I say everything was fabulous.