Now that exams are over, I can look back on my life as a university student. As I walk the cobblestone paths and stroll along the River Wear in Durham, I can't help but reflect on the person I have become over the past four years.
Every single spot in this magical city reminds me of a specific moment in my university life. The first group of friends I made on the way to cheerleading trials. The time the fire alarm went off in the library, and I had to stand out in the freezing cold with my best friend. Weekends spent dancing in the student union building.
Walking along the rustic North Bailey, I get a fresh taste of love, both for this city and for someone close to my heart: it was on this narrow street where I had the courage to declare my affection for a guy …
Four years ago, I attended an open day in Durham, so I could make an informed judgment about my future. I remember calling my mother as I made my way around this enchanting city in northeast England, telling her I was excited to go to this university.
In just over a week's time, I will be in Durham Cathedral for the graduation ceremony. This will mark my academic achievement as much as my personal development. The journey has not been an easy one. Every step along the way, I questioned my ability. Each time I face an obstacle, I still ask myself: Am I good enough for this?
I dealt with my insecurities head on. I did lots of things just to prove to myself that I could. I tried and failed at things only to find myself trying again. I did it to show myself that I can cope under pressure; that I can write an essay just hours before deadline.
As I await my final year results, I fear for the worst and I hope for the best. All students struggle with this. I know I could have spent more time studying, but there were also clubs and activities I never got around to trying.
But now is not the time for regrets. Now is the time to celebrate all of my achievements and to show my gratitude to my soon-to-be alma mater.