So it began...
I finally finished university and after two weeks of saying goodbye, packing, and living the laziest life imaginable, I finally came home to Berkshire to begin my life as an adult.
Everybody tells you how scary and exciting it is, but until it's all happening I don't think you actually gather a real appreciation for it. I've surprised even myself with my dedication to finding a job. It would appear that in every spare moment I am looking at job sites - desperate to find anything that will launch my career just as soon as possible.
I know that a couple of my friends intend to wait, they want to give themselves the summer to relax after what was a gruelling final year. But I've no interest in delaying the inevitable. I can't wait to start earning money and proving myself in a professional setting. I can't wait to demonstrate just how much I can really achieve and start progressing up the career ladder. So I find myself on my laptop, on my iPhone and even on my iPad, opening a fresh tab and looking for jobs - always looking for jobs.
I spent the day searching and applying for positions as usual, as well as doing some laundry in order to take advantage of the fantastic weather and its clothes drying potential. Tomorrow I face much the same kind of day, although it all changes after 3:30pm.
3:30pm - Results Released
I can call for my degree classification after 3:30pm tomorrow. I've done the maths, and it's near impossible for me to fail or get a 3rd, but definitely impossible for me to get a 1st. That leaves me but two options: a 2:1 or a 2:2.
Obviously I am hoping and praying that it's a 2:1 and I can be proud of myself and my ability to pull my shit together. But I have resigned myself to the idea that it is likely a 2:2 - I know in my heart of hearts how that Land Law exam went and I'm not confident that any amount of good grades can counteract how badly I feel that exam has gone. I will find out for sure tomorrow, but I'm not exactly excited. It's all quite terrifying and real.
I have already decided that should I achieve a 2:2 I will only tell the bare minimum of people. It's still a degree, it's still a good degree in fact. But I would know that I could have done better, and I would be especially hurt in pride if the friends who have 2:1's were to congratulate me or try to console me in any way. I'm very happy for them, truly - but I'm not sure I'd want to admit that I'd done worse than they had. Not until I'd found a job and was doing well in another way.
In any case, it's all launching off. My 20s are going to be an exciting time that I feel I should document in any way possible - largely for my own entertainment, but if anyone else finds this remotely interesting than I suppose that's a healthy bonus!
