Goodbye Student Discount.

I'd actually forgotten I have a blog - I'm sure most of you lot had too. Unfortunately neglecting this old thing has been a consequence of working for Housing Scotland Magazine, The Scottish Sun and gaining a 2:1 degree in Journalism, and I've carried the guilt with me every day since November. However, never fear - I'm back!

The reason I'm writing this is because I feel I need an appropriate channel to voice how I've been feeling over the past few days. Graduation was on Wednesday; it was a hot, sweaty stressful affair. I have been blessed with extraordinarily sweaty hands , both of which decided to pick graduation day as the best time to help with the drought in Africa. My feet joined in with the cause too which resulted in them trying to burst through the holes in my peep toe shoes presumably in order to help start building a well - I'm resigned to the fact that I will never be sexy.

Although it was lovely to see my friends and foes gain their degrees, Graduation Ball was for me the highlight of my university career. Everyone looked beautiful, everyone had a fantastic time and I learned a valuable lesson; if you Ceilidh dance with someone as enthusiastic as my good friend Graeme, the result will be a bruised arm.

Whilst Graeme's enthusiasm was extremely admirable, I obviously felt that my dancing ability was of a much higher caliber - I've been reliably informed I was mincing around for part of the night stating "They call me Cha-Cha because I'm the best dancer at St. Bernadettes". I can't dance. I went to Firrhill High School. And the only nickname I came away with after 4 years hard graft was Racky Balboa.

For me, Grad Ball was also a chance to clear the air in some respects and I think everyone I truly care about now knows that even if it wasn't clear before. After everything I've been through with some of the people I've met over the years, it was the easiest thing in the world to say how I felt. A lot easier than I thought actually. Sometimes it's necessary for your own sanity and happiness to put differences aside.

So why am I babbling on about all of this? Simply because it is the end of a phenomenon. Stirling University gave me the best four years of my life, and regardless of ups and downs I've gained an education and a few hard lessons from the School of Life. Nothing lasts for ever, so you should enjoy whatever makes you happy whilst you still can. That's why I've invested a large sum of money in wine.

This is all getting a bit heavy in terms of what I usually post so I'll end on a high; my best boy friend got engaged at graduation and has been buzzing ever since. I'd like to take this opportunity to congratulate Ross Chapman and his fiance Sandi and I wish them every happiness. The very thought of marriage makes me hyperventilate but then again I feel that if I find someone willing to put up with me I really should make them make an honest woman of me.

I promise this post will be a one off and I can't wait to post my inane ramblings more consistently. However just this once it's an emotional one, and I hope all of my friends from Stirling University get everything they ever dreamed of. Next time I'll talk about boys and that ken?