Tomorrow will be huge! It’s probably the biggest day of my life: graduation. You know, there was a time when I thought I’d never thought it would occur. Ha! What tripe. Now, not only will it occur, but it will occur under the best possible circumstances: I’m graduating with a first, and the people around me will be my best friends. How exciting is that? The past three years have been thee best of my life, filled with parties, trips, balloons, and fun; on top of that sits the glistening cherry of my result. How can I fail to be excited? Mind you, part of me worries that me and my friends will fall out of touch; this concern is irrational – yes, we’ll see less of each other, but I for one regard friendship as something life long. The guys are as welcome at my kitchen table as they were at the tables of the Wesley Centre.

I’m currently looking at the photographs on my wall. Most are of me, or of me and Charlie. She gave me some framed photographs for my birthday – two small ones to sit on a desk and one to hang. The latter I had dad nail to my wall, and one sits on my sub woofer, presently thumping out Beanie by Cat Empire. You know, I used to look at these photographs with regret – those times are gone, never to come again; yet, a few days ago, I remembered a line from Barthes: ‘the camera cannot say what is, but only and for certain what has been’. The past thus remains unchanging, and no matter what happens now, I will forever recall these past three years as the happiest of my life. I no longer feel regret when I look into these pictures, but great joy at the happy times they make me remember, combined with a wonder for what my friends are doing at present. They will serve to remind me to contact them from time to time.. Even in the highly unlikely event that I may never see my university friends again, even if they somehow totally forget about me, the photographs on my wall, in telling me what has been also tell me what is yet possible.

Of course, this is not to say I’m some kind of fatalist, that I now think that the good times are over. On the contrary, they’ve only just began. Indeed, I have a new girlfriend; I have my masters to look forward to. Yes, life is good. The past is a constant and welcome companion as we walk resolutely towards the future. Tomorrow will also be sad, for there will be many partings, but in the photographs on my wall, and in the messages on facebook, I see that friendship never truly ends.