Thursday, June 2, 2011

The End

So after much studying, whinging, blood, sweat a few tears, and many, many countdowns. This is it. As this goes live, I'll be coming out of my final exam- 8 down, 0 to go. This is also the last day I have to gloat that The Guy is older than me. Tomorrow I'll be waking up both 22 and a graduate.

To say it's been an eventful 4 years, doesn't even begin to cover it. Want to see...?

Kelly, Britta, Gwen, Dev and I
In year 1, well we partied hard. I'm glad we partied like we did in our first year, because although we worked hard, it was nothing compared to years 2 and 4.

In year 1 I met a lot of people. Some of them are no longer on the course- both Britta and Kelly from the above photo decided on other things. But the some of the few friends I'll be taking away from uni are people I got to know in the very first year.

From L-R
Mel, Emily, Dev, Britta, Geoff, Gaz, Moi
Year 2 was a funny year. For me it was a year of 2 distinct halves. I started off the year herE at my home uni in the winter. Partying significantly less because the workload stepped up a gear in particular for those of us studying three languages because we had all our January exams to sit in December before leaving for our first stint abroad.

For me, that was Toulouse. It should have been fabulous. Instead the university looked a bit like this.

Toulouse Le Mirail.
I ended up at one of the most militant universities in France amidst some of the biggest educational strikes in the last 10 years. 9 classes, 4 months, 2000 euros of rent and a whole lot of heart ache later, I gave up on France and decided to try and stay positive for my Erasmus year and the next stint abroad.

Leipzig Christmas Market
Another year of halves, my third year kicked of in Leipzig. I was super excited for Germany and it did not disappoint. I had the time of my life in Germany, despite living in a dodgy area and temperatures dropping to -18C. Highlights include being in the city as part of a crowd of 100 000 celebrating 20 years since the peaceful revolution and the Christmas Market with it's many tasty delights and amazing decorations.

Las Fallas de Calle Mistral
Onto Spain. The third and final stop on the Euro-Tour and the end of my penultimate year of Uni. I was fortunate to be in the city for Las Fallas- a yearly festival which sees huge, colourful and really weird scenes built on a huge scale all over the city. The scenes are then burnt at the end of the week. Oh and there are fireworks, during the day, all week. Only in Spain...

Sunset over the Irish Sea
This year, fourth and final has been a lot of ups and downs. Quite literally in fact, there have been a lot of trips backwards and forwards from home to uni and back again, several fabulous trips to London and a whole lot of hard work. I have never been happier to call the people I do my friends, because they really are the ones to have stayed around. I've learned a lot about my own limits this year and I also learned a lot about letting go and letting people in.

Tomorrow brings with it our final results and overall classifications of our degree. It also brings with it the end of massive part of my life. I can honestly say I'm ready to leave education. To The Boys who graduate with me, well done. We made it. Onwards and upwards. To the 18 year old Chloe who wasn't completely sure she was doing the right thing, but couldn't come up with a better idea- what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. And to everybody else coming to the end of their degrees- congratulations and raise a glass to yourselves.
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