So, obviously, I was late to my salon appointment, and then there was no one in to do my hair (typical).
But, alas, the makeup was done and the hair was sorted. Shout out to the girls at ‘Hair Parade, Chester’ for what they did!
All-in-all, the day seemed to happen quite quick. We all got our gowns quickly, got our seats quickly (I was in the front row out of all the places I could have sat) and despite having an achy backside after sitting on horrible seats for about two hours, it felt like it was over a lot sooner than you’d think.
I honestly thought it would drag, but for once, everything seemed to go quite smoothly. No one fell over, which I think was quite an accomplishment and despite me – apparently – trying to stifle a yawn as the video camera pointed straight at me, everything was almost perfect. Even if for the first twenty minutes or so the guy next to me was sitting on my cloak and dragging me sideways!
Before going on stage, I had to quickly refit my hat after being told it was the wrong way around. My mum and friends family had convinced me it had been on the right way (But I’m sure they were using a teddy as a comparison!).
On stage, all I can remember is how cold and sweaty my hands were and worrying about which hand I had to shake with. I was so nervous, but it was over so quickly that I sat back down and wondered what I’d been so worried about.
The rest of the day went quite smoothly. We threw our hats in the air, but only one out of the five of us caught it, and that one definitely wasn’t me!
I think the most important thing about the day was that I realised that I didn’t regret any of the decisions made or the opportunities missed that lead up to this one day. I was so proud of all of my friends, of everything they had achieved. All the highs and lows (and there had been some low lows) had led us to the end of our university story, and we’d all got there together.