The question is, how do I start this and what to include? How do I put this? It’s almost too incredible for words, this feeling – this euphoric feeling – is almost impossible to describe. Yesterday three of the most incredible years of my life reached a peak. It’s as if a grand symphony reached the very moment of climax and all the notes and phrases which had been before were added up to make one divine chord.

These really have been the best years of my life. I have loved almost every moment of my university experience, both academically and socially. Of course, I think the second equated the first. I think that if a student flourishes socially at university, he or she is more likely to flourish academically. I found that I was in a very supportive environment, so surrounded by friends which made university seem like a positive place to be. This made me more inclined to push myself. I think that staying in halls has helped greatly with this, for I was able to enjoy the company of people in exactly my position. Living at uni and finding it a fun place to be is more likely to foster a positive work ethic. I think my friends felt the same. In other words, if you are allowed to play hard, you are more likely to work hard. I think we all play hard. I have so many good memories; going to Paris in the second year, going to Newquay in the third year, discos at Brandies every Wednesday, doing my exhibition, winning the pub quiz two weeks in a row, going to Steve’s house party, going to Charlotte’s house and staying overnight, going to my first every night club, the list goes on. I don’t think this would have been possible had it not been for two factors which overlock slightly. Firstly, I have the best group of friends a man could ask for. People who I love dearly and who support me. Second, I have a very good set of Pas – without them I couldn’t possibly have come to uni. I wouldn’t be able to eat for one, or take notes, or do virtually anything that made university so much fun. As I say, the two groups overlap, it is impossible not to regard your Pas as your friends if you see them day-in, day-out. As I said on Wednesday, there is some overlap. While some may frown upon this over issues of control, I found it works exceptionally well.

Finally, Esther, without her none of this would be possible. She took my notes and gave me lunches, but she also did much more, she kept me on the straight and narrow, reminded me to do things. I owe her a lot, as with Steve, Charlie, and Nicky, I am extremely fond of her.

And so we reach the end of this blog entry; the end of my degree, the end of an era. I will miss it. I will miss all my friends. I will miss lectures. I will miss typing out assignments after breakfast and meeting everyone in the Wes at about 11. I will miss dinner with Charlotte. I will miss getting dressed up in the most ridiculous clothes and going to Brandies. I will miss sitting out on the blue benches with Jim. I will miss going to Graham’s rehearsals. I will miss everything. I should say that this blog entry is to be read in the context of all the entries before it, which I made in the last few years.

And now we come to it. It gives me great pleasure to announce that I got my results yesterday. The grand cherry was put on the most delicious cake ever: although I’m yet to see actual written confirmation of this, so it might change, it presently looks like I got a first!