(Courtesy of Yolanda, my awesome friend who remembered to bring a camera)
It was our last proper teaching day at uni and the last assembly. This time it is different from all the photo day malarkey - you really do get the feeling it is actually going to be over soon.
The girl beside me started crying in the middle of the assembly, so did some other students. I was oblivious until the last part of the video they showed us, where it says “farewell!” I didn’t cry, but I’d be lying if I said they didn’t get me there. The assembly ended with a ‘ceremony’, in which every graduate took a balloon (possibly filled with hydrogen) and released it into the sky. They did not have enough balloons so neither of us got one, but it was quite a sight (see photo).
I never liked university too much. The place itself is mostly for academic purpose. It is nowhere as warm as secondary school or college thus can never mean the same to me as those do. People generally behave in annoying manners just to show they are grown up - drinking way too much is just one of the examples. I am happy to get out of it, but I know I will miss it terribly. The freedom is great; also to feel like an adult and act like a child, is simply a priceless time of life. 
