Last night was emotional, and as much as I enjoyed it in parts I felt like crying. Last night was my last summer ball, or at least my last as an undergraduate. Therefore it was the last one my whole cohort of friends would attend. I’ve grown to love all pf them these past three years: they are rather like a family; they all care enormously for each other, and it will be hard to say goodbye to them.

Pretty soon – too soon – we will all go our separate ways. It’s inevitable that sooner or later we will loose contact, and I don’t want this to happen. With all my heart I don’t. people like Vikki and Dan, Nicky and switch, Rocky, Steve and Chris. becky, scott and vanessa

Emma. And Charlie.

You know, I sincerely believe Charlie is one of the most beautiful humans ever. Not just aesthetically – although I daresay she is very pretty – but inwardly. She is deeply caring, always smiling, frequently singing. She’s like that to everyone. She’s also genuine. I have grown to know her and her family – Hugh, her brother, frequently visits campus – and they really are nice people. Saying goodbye to Charlie will be especially difficult.

Last night, I realised this, and I wanted to hug each one of them and not let go. It was a wonderful evening. Apart from the casino tables (which I didn’t have a go on) there was a chocolate fountain, a high roller ride, a food stall, a duck-fishing thing, as well as the disco in the bar. Last night, they had a Robbie Williams tribute band in there, and dancing showgirls! I told myself I wouldn’t get drunk, since I wanted to stay to the very end this year. With the help of trusty old Red Bull, I succeeded. I was dancing most of the evening, as, each time I sat down, another of my friends got me up for yet more dancing.

It was great fun, although not completely wholesome, as a few of my friends thought they’d treat me to a lap dance. They were very good at it too!

I ache this morning, but it’s a great ache to have. It’s a sign of a great evening. Indeed, it was an evening I never want to forget, at the end of the best three years of my life.