Yesterday was probably one of the best of my life. What can I say about it? Yes, I can write here about what a long road its been, how my parents were once told that I’d never be able to do GCSEs, etc etc. I don’t feel like writing that today though. I just want to record what a brilliant day (and night) it was. Question is, where to begin?

Luke, I think, was right. At mark’s ceremony, we were discussing the correct music to be played. He suggested the imperial march from star wars. I agree – that certainly is a cool theme. My friends, however, suggested the theme from Harry potter, which would also go.

They were, of course, all there. It was great to see them. I hugged most of them as soon as I saw them, especially Charlie and Emma. Mind you, most of my friends hugged me first. There wasn’t time to talk to them all sadly, but it was still good to see them. I cant help thinking we will now drift apart…well, we’ll see. The photos on my wall tell me otherwise though. Anyway, there’s always old boys to look forward to.

Anyway, it was a typical graduation: we got to Bridgewater all, picked up my robe, had a bite to eat, and then went to have my photo taken. Problem is, I’m no good at photos – my head kept wobbling, and my hat kept falling off. Fortunately, the photographer was very patient, and we eventually got a pretty good photo. After that, however, we decided not to bother with the hat.

I think it was then we went to meet Esther and Cyril just outside the hall. Cyril looked very dapper, but I must say Esther looked quite stunning – although I may not have made this clear to her yesterday, of all the people I saw there, she, for me, was the most important. If she had missed it, it would not have felt right. She has been my constant companion through this degree, and it made me very happy to see her there.

It was my father, however, who pushed me onto the stage. I was in my manual chair,, as Cyril was going to be driving me home and my electric does not fit into his car. I was about two thirds of the way along the list of names. As usual, friends cheered each time a name was announced, which was great fun, but, for some reason, when my name was called, there was a louder roar then usual. The dean also spoke to me longer. Don’t know why…

After the ceremony came the drinks reception. As planned, my parents went home at that point, so me, Cyril and Esther went to the reception. This was held in Manchester town hall, which is quite an awesome building. There was much taking of photos here. It was quite emotional, as you can imagine.

It was after this that my aunts plan came into it’s own. We hooked up with the joneses, and went to the meal (my cousin’s car being used to good effect). We dropped Esther off at the station,, and me, Cyril and Mr. and Mrs j drove to the restaurant. Emma couldn’t make it to this, in the end, but we would meet up with her later. The meal itself was delicious. As I’ve said before, the Jones family are cool people, and make excellent company for dinner. We ate in a Lebanese place, and the food was delicious.

Then the fun started. Bars and clubs. Mind you, we had something of a fiasco getting there. Charlie and holly were driving with me and Cyril; en route to the club we drove to their new place in Manchester to drop something off, then to Cyril’s as I needed a fresh shirt owing to coffee stains. This took longer than anticipated. On top of that, when we were finally heading into town, we ran out of petrol and come to a shuddering halt. Fortunately, although I’m not sure why, Cyril keeps some spare petrol at his place. He ran back, got it, and refilled the car. The delay, although unavoidable, was irritating, for we were sobering up. Plus, I felt kind of guilty because holly and Charlie go back to Ibiza today, and this delay was eating into their socialising time. I’m sorry, guys. Mind you, ii hasten to add that this should in no way reflect badly on Cyril. He was quite excellent last night.

When eventually did get out, it was great fun. We went to a bar, where we met up with Emma, Scott and co, then to the print works. God knows how much I drank in all, but it was a good amount. I guess I should have had some red bull, for by 2.30 I was flagging. I felt guilty about this, for I had said I wanted to stay till Charlie went home, as I’m not going to see her for some time, but I was getting very floppy. It was definitely time to go. I’m worried too that I forgot to say goodbye to people I should have, but I’m probably being silly. Besides, I hate goodbyes.

So, that’s it. My undergraduate life has ended. It has been wonderful – without a doubt, the best thing I ever did. Yesterday, break downs aside, was a great day at the end of a great three years.