Only just the beginning

I am quite disheartened to discover that it is now September, which as sixteen years of schooling has taught me, means Summer is now officially over, the ominous 'Back to School' signs which litter Marks&Spencer and John Lewis are starting to be taken down, feeble promises of the 'Best Summer of Our Lives' have been proven to have been just average independent film tag lines and the traditional march back to education resumes. 

Except this time, there is no education, there is no fretting around Staples with my mother, trying to convince her that I do desperately need the heart shaped Post-It notes, which are twice the price of the frankly incredibly depressing normal square shaped ones, there is no drive back up to University, realising half way there that I have left my DVD remote back home in my bedroom (where it will stay for the remainder of the year). No, this September is the first September where there is no more formal education in front of me. This September, I am a graduate. 

In fact, whilst I am writing this, I can see from my watch that at this exact point last week I was in the ground of Lincoln Castle, being robed by a very nice man and trying not to break my neck in my amazing yet foolish five inch electric blue wedges. My graduation was wonderful, not least because the University of Lincoln colours are pretty similar to Ravenclaw's (my official house on Pottermore, form an orderly que gentlemen) or because contrary to many opinions, I did not fall or walk the wrong way around the Cathedral, it was because I finally had a decent Facebook profile picture to replace the one that I had been using for nearly two months. The fact that I could graduate with my two flatmates, I was able to stand with all of my friends in one of the most beautiful places in the country and that I had really accomplished something was also pretty damn good. 

I have just finished my degree in Film&Television and English, and am now beginning the wavy, hilly, unsteady road to employment and life fulfilment. So whilst I bang on doors and beg people in the comedy and charity industries to just glance over my CV, I shall be blogging my progress and the many cakes I plan to bake for therapeutic grounds. There may also be some photography and fashiony things if that isn't gripping enough. 

Love 

L x