Friday, 1 July 2011


I woke up to the sound of my alarm after a paltry 5 hours sleep. Tempted to snooze I grabbed my phone, but then I remembered...

"Today is graduation day! My final day as a student. Should probably get up then..."

Getting ready was a sleepy blur. As per usual my hair would not behave itself, so I gave up the fight. I managed to squeeze on a packed rush hour train. I was more flustered than excited. The flustering continued as picking up tickets and gowns was as stressful as being in Ikea on a bank holiday. Once I'd picked everything up I was glad for the sunshine and the chance to stand outside and meet my Dad.

My Dad is officially the sweetest Dad in the world.

OK, I know I'm biased, but when I tell you why I think you'll agree. Not only did he turn up with a smart new haircut, there was also something a lot more special. He was wearing the (hideously awful) tie I made him at school when I was 11. I almost burst into tears. He's even proud of my dubious foray into fashion.

The next hour was spent mainly showing off our parents and trying to stop them wandering off before heading towards the Cathedral to graduate.

I'm not sure what I expected from the ceremony, but I loved it. I love the ritual of the robes. I love the academic staff's different costumes. I even loved the addresses made by various people from uni. This was probably helped by the fact that they were all quite short and sweet.

Before I knew it the time had come...


What if I fell over? I am notoriously clumsy.

With an incredible level of concentration I put one foot after the other, trying not to stumble. The couple of students before me went past in a blur. Then it was my turn...

Step, smile, shake hands, a few more steps, smile, simultaneously shake hands and take scroll and step off the stage...

Thursday, 30 June 2011

Graduation Ball

What a magical evening. An evening made even better by the fact that although there was copious amounts of champagne and wine flowing, I managed to moderate myself and spend the whole evening sober enough to enjoy every moment.

I might be biased because I'm currently on a graduation-high, but this ball was fantastic.

The evening started with champagne at the fountain outside one of our teaching hospitals, overlooking the River Thames. To add to the atmosphere there was a jazz band playing, and it gave everyone the perfect opportunity to catch up and drool over all of our beautiful dresses.

Felt a bit like naughty school children for a while as a big group photo was taken and the photographers did lots of shouting at us, but that was all soon forgotten when a fleet of Routemaster Double Decker Red Buses turned up to transport us to the hotel. Once we reached the hotel we were ushered through to another champagne reception, this time with a string quartet.

After an hour of drinking more champagne, my feet were really hurting in my heels, so I was glad that they called us through to dinner. We enjoyed our tasty 3 course meal, while listening to a harpist... it was all very sophisticated.

To end the sophistication we all took to the dance floor to have a good old boogie to songs from the last 6 years.

All in all a fabulous night.

I'm now off to get bits ready for graduation tomorrow as I'm off for a sneaky drink or two tonight! Yay!

Lily xXx

Wednesday, 29 June 2011

End of an Era

I've been thinking for a couple of days that I should write something deep and meaningful to end this blog. I'm getting closer and closer to graduation day now, and therefore closer to switching to my new blog, so I feel that I should probably stop thinking about being deep and meaningful and just write something before it's too late.

It's graduation ball today, and graduation itself on Friday. Even though these are looming and I got my results a week ago, it still hasn't really sunk in. I'm sure the reality of being a doctor won't sink in until I actually start work at the end of July.

There is a little shadow over all these end of degree celebrations though. A lot of people in my year group are having to resit the year this year. 37 in fact. A fair few of them are friends or at least mates of mine. I think the strangest thing will be if they get sent as medical students to the hospital I'm working in.

I've spent the week mulling over how quickly the last 6 years have passed. It only seems like it was a few months ago that my Dad was driving me to halls and I felt so nervous I thought I was going to puke all over the dashboard. A lot has happened in the last 6 years though, and hopefully I've managed to learn a lot of stuff. I also hope that I don't forget it all over the next couple of weeks before I start work.

So sorry that I haven't written anything deep and meaningful, but I think that's because there is so much flying around in my mind at the moment. That and this heat is melting my brain.

Hopefully I'll have time to give you a little graduation ball update tomorrow, but for now I'm off to try and make myself look acceptable.

Lily xXx

Sunday, 26 June 2011

I Passed!!!

Sorry it took me so long to post this, but I was busy putting plan A into action and drinking lots of champagne!


Lily xXx

Wednesday, 22 June 2011



Results day tomorrow.

This is plan A:

Get up and let plumber in to fix shower.
Find out results at midday online.
Get champagne.
Go to campus
Indulge in champagne.
Celebrate my socks off.

This is plan B:

Get up and let plumber in to fix shower.
Find out results at midday online.
Get gin.
Take gin to bed.

I hope tomorrow will be plan A

Lily xXx