
I finally graduated this weekend!
My master's year went something along the lines of this Sheryl Crow song. It was full of twists and turns - from the joys of spending another year as a student in the city I had grown to love as an undergraduate, to the depths of despair when I faced writers block with my dissertation in the midst of deteriorating health. The motto for my college is souvent me souvient, which translates to often I remember; looking back now, I feel immensely lucky that I was able to dedicate a year of my life to researching a topic that I felt passionate about, mostly for the sake of satisfying my curiosity. When my peers were practising online tests and attending assessment centres in their third years, my parents and lecturers encouraged me to continue feeding my thirst for research by concentrating on my finals and developing an MPhil topic. There were, and still are, days where I wish I had gone down "the career route" (applied to read Law instead of Archaeology and Anthropology, then gone straight on from the BA to a graduate scheme), but being back in Cambridge this weekend and wearing my Harry Potter-esque robes for the graduation ceremony made me realise that learning for learning's sake is something to be valued and cherished.
Success can be measured in many ways, depending on what belief system you subscribe to, but I have come to terms with the fact that education isn't, and shouldn't be, seen as a stepping stone to getting a salary and a sports car. It is ultimately about opening your mind to new perspectives, taking on seemingly insurmountable challenges, and giving you the belief that any task you set yourself is achievable - if you're willing to put the hours, blood, sweat and tears in...



































