The speech I have been dreading
Today is my final day in Lincoln as a student, and the ending of the best three years of my life. They say that when you leave University, life only gets better, and although I hope that’s true - it’s got a lot to compete with.
These three years, and in particular the last year, I have met the best people I think I will ever meet. When I decided to come to Lincoln, I was annoyed at myself for not bothering with A-levels and not going to somewhere, which one may describe as a “better” university. Now I realise that the saying “everything happens for a reason” is true. Coming to Lincoln has meant I have met people who I know will be in my life forever and I hope will be at my wedding, know my children and as morbid as it is, even be at my funeral! There are people I have met here who I will never see again, but they have had a huge part on my life, and for that, I am eternally grateful.
When I started University I was a very different person, and no matter what degree I get (thanks to the final year I’m not hopeful) the memories and experience I will take away are priceless and I would not change them for the world. Life is too short for regrets and any bad experience I have had I hope I have learnt from. I will not leave Lincoln with a bad thought on anyone, even those I met once or twice, I will think of you fondly, always.
Lincoln will have a place in my heart for the rest of my life, and the stories I have from here will be be remembered for always. University has given me the greatest friends I will ever have, a passion for sambuca, a respect for rugby boys who can make any event disgusting but amazing, its taught me to spend money even if you don’t have it - because overdrafts are there to be maxed and wearing the same outfit twice is criminal, that fake tan can be overdone and that going out in hardly any clothes is fine if its fancy dress, that getting parking fines will happen often and you’ll regret not buying £4 cheese because now you have to pay £30 for parking where you shouldn’t, that lectures are in no way necessary and that you probably picked the wrong course, but that doesn’t even matter because you’re here for the party, that you will know everyones business and at times, the gossip will be about you, people will judge you for things that they have done and you’ll believe rumours like “he microwaved a cat”. There are times when the only meal you can have is dry pasta, and again you’ll regret not buying the cheese because that would have helped with the pasta situation. Library fines are the bane of your life and you had no intention of ever reading that book anyway. Third year will make you hate education for the rest of your life and no one will ever read your disseration. Ever. Student living is disgusting, and washing is expensive, a dishwasher saves lives and walking 5 minutes to town is a huge effort.
When I step out of this Lincoln bubble I will leave behind the most amazing three years I could not have had anywhere else, and to all those embarking on this journey I hope your experience is just as good as mine. The tears, the all nighters, the terrible bank balance, the hangovers, the vomit, the boys, the drama, the gossip, the shots, the friendships, the parties, the deadlines, the fall outs, the scandal, the memories <3 To everyone I have met over the past three years, thank you for making it the best.
“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”