So after three years of studying, three years of university fees and approximately eight mental meltdowns, I have finished and passed my English Literature degree at the University of Reading.
What a fanfare and what bliss I experienced yesterday as my academic achievement and commitment was recognised and presented to me in the form of a blank envelope and a single sheet of paper. There are only two words on it that matter, so an A4 sheet actually seems quite wasteful.
The last thing I need to work on before I totally check out of Reading is my smile for my graduation photo. Wish me luck.