This will be a rambly post because I’ve had twice as much coffee as usual and because I’m way excited.
Tomorrow, at 3 pm (at least I think so, who knows with UCT…tip for prospective students, never trust the carefully put together PDF info packs they upload to the site, because they’re often wrong) I am graduating. I’m sure there are degrees, especially BAs, that are earned without much work and with a lot of partying. But I can honestly say that for the last four years, I worked hard, fell often, got up more times than I fell, and pushed through despite many obstacles and curve balls (sometimes literally). Academically, I felt like I was trying to do the impossible, and my hard work has paid off and now I get to celebrate and look like a puff ball in a gown/toga thingy and get bonked on the head with a cap by Graca Machel or Max Price. (I’m also betting that for the millionth time in my life my name will be read out as Veronica, at which point I will sigh in resignation and be photographed with a grumpy, condescending expression. Seriously, my name is not that hard to say, and there’s no ‘a’ at the end. For reals.)
But the thing is, this degree represents so much more than academics. It represents growth in other areas; massive, often painful growth that sometimes felt impossible to handle and keep up with. My relationship with God, my relationship with other people, my relationship with myself…the way I view things and the way I live my life. The way I think. I know that an undergrad degree isn’t such a big deal, but it feels like a big deal because of all the other things that happened and the way I came out of them. It’s nice to know that even with all the emotional, mental, and spiritual struggles, I’m here. I made it. And I feel like instead of dragging myself across the finish line like I expected, I just kind of strolled through, holding His hand. People always say that they give all the glory and credit to God, and I wondered if I would ever get to the point where I would be able to do that. But I can honestly, truly, sincerely say that I give all the glory to Him, because I know how many nights I wanted to give up and only kept going because of His quiet voice and His hands pulling me up.