I was scared. This is basically the moment that my entire life had been leading up to, and that is not an exaggeration. My entire life had been leading up to getting my degree. My flight/fight instinct kicked in, and I wanted to hide.
I opened the link, and got my results.
I got a 2.2.
I burst out crying. This time last year I would not have accepted anything other than a first, but now I'm just over the moon that I passed pretty well. I gave it my all. I had nothing left in me for anything else. I didn't just not fail, I passed pretty well. I did it.
So now my future begins. My gap year has officially started, and I plan on writing, reading, crafting, and generally taking time out to do what I need to do to get me back to being me. I still want to do my masters and get a PhD, so I can use this time to save up for those too.
I want to use this as a very public way of saying thank you. There are so many people who dragged me through the last six years of my life kicking and screaming. I don't know how to repay you all for that. You stood by me when even I didn't want to stand by me; you have no idea how grateful I am for that.
So... thank you. There is no way in hell I would have even finished, let alone passed, my degree without you.
Consider yourself hugged.
See you next week!
E