'Oh my god! Its here, its finally here' I thought to myself. Its graduation day, the one day I've been working my ass off towards for the past four fucking years of university. I could feel it, now is the time I can stick my middle finger up to the world and laugh to all those people who doubted me "fuck you bitches, I got here!". I scan the grand hall, around me is filled with smiles, laughter and the sense of overwhelming pride. Prospective parents gleaming with over dramatised tears of joy for the moment when they're little baby's name to be called out and handed their certificate. One parent in particular stands out from the crowd. Mandy Evans mother Sherri, your typical dumbass trophy wife, makes me laugh to watch her boobs do the talking as men ogle her so overtly!
Men are strange creatures - so easily turned on by plastic implants and oompa loompa tans.
"Lily Knowles....Lily Knowles?" A distant voice became reality as I snapped back into the room. "Earth to Lily Knowles" I looked up and there was my Journalism tutor waving at me gesturing me to collect my certificate. Embarrassment struck as I made my way through the crowd of graduates as they sniggered at my obvious display of daydreaming. I approached my tutor on stage as she came forward, shook my hand and gave me a scroll. An uproar of cheering came from my classmates as they chanted "Li-ly, Li-ly, Li-ly, Li-ly" I laughed and exploded bright red as I shot off stage and returned to my seat. 'I've done it! I can't believe it, I've got an actual degree in Journalism' my mind screamed out to me. Next thing on my mind getting completely drunk and celebrate the night away.