The mortarboard flew into the air and danced across the clouds, before falling back to earth in a slow, graceful arc and landing with a gentle bounce. Between posing for the camera and positioning my hands to catch it, my outstretched fingers had narrowly missed the black felt. Bending down quickly, I picked it up and straightened to look at the people around me, dear friends who were cheering, fist bumping, back slapping, bicep flexing, hugging (or suffocating) each other and being all round joyful. As a grin spread across my face, I caught my sister’s eye who signalled with her DSLR to get ready for another shot. Standing in a row beside my peers, getting ready to throw our hats again, I felt like a million bucks. My face felt tight at the cheeks from smiling for hours… and why wouldn’t it be? Never has a day been waited for longer than this one…
Hello! To be honest, I started writing a few blog posts for this site, editing them and making them presentable.. but this is the first one that I’m truly happy with! (Hope you like it) I will post the others when my perfectionism has been satisfied.
As for the topic of this post, (in case you didn’t get it from the title and the little literary excerpt) my friends and I have just completed our Bachelor Degrees!
After 4 long years, we are now graduands of UQ’s Bachelor of Occupational Therapy! (Finally) and as it comes to a close, so ends a chapter in the ‘Book of Memories’, an entity that is unique to every individual and carries the precious moments of our lives.
(End Shakespeare mode)
If you asked me what my course was like, I would say it felt like a blur, a rushed blur of papers, ‘Swotvac’ exam week snacks, late night chats in the library, and before we knew it, time was already up and we were in hats, gowns, and weird black, white scarfs that couldn’t be worn without help. My family literally had two rounds of photo taking, one on the actual day and one the next day, whilst wondering the beautiful corridors of UQ and posing with the red blossom trees that dotted the vast grounds. UQ is better known for the red blossoms’ cousin, the purple jacarandas, but my personal favourite is the former for its rich scarlet colour that is reminiscent of the colour of sunsets.
Now, 30 days exactly after the last photograph was taken, I’m living in what they call that ‘grey period after graduation where no one knows what to do with themselves’.
To be honest, right now, I feel like I’m on the edge of a cliff. A very tall, very windy cliff top with sharp rocks at the bottom and a wooden sign planted in the ground that reads ‘Working Adulthood’ in big bold letters. Though overused, this metaphor explains what I’m feeling pretty well; a bit of uncertainty, little bit of vertigo and yet immense excitement at being so close to the edge.
Unlike some, I have been blessed with a… flying car of sorts. Through a good friend of mine, I managed to land a job working at this private company as an Occupational Therapist and now have until February to sort out the odd bits and ends e.g. Getting insurance cover, registering with the national professional board, finally getting that driving licence. Honestly, feels like I’ve run headlong into a brick wall labelled “Real World here”
As exhilarated as I am to start work and CHANGE THE WORLD, this is going to be the first job I’ve ever had😄 So, there are lots of things to figure out like… How do you talk to your boss? I want to be friendly, but not unprofessional; serious, but not without a sense of humour. And being organized, holy crap! I drew up so many plans and schedules in university that I literally have a folder full of them, number followed: 1%
“The worse thing that you could do in your 20s is think that you should have life altogether”
True that, Mr. Whoever-wrote-this. Not many people, think about life after graduation until it’s ‘after graduation’ (me being a prime example), but when the real world hits you and you feel like you are floundering in deep water, I take comfort in the fact that I’m not supposed to know everything. That there is help in the form of wiser, more experienced people, personalised Yodas if you will. Mine would be my parents, my working friends, the colleague that introduced me to this job and my boss who will hopefully like my ‘stunning’ personality 🙂
Random question for you, dear reader. Do you remember what it was like to graduate from university/ high school? I would like to read about it in the comment section below😁
See you all later😄