It's been a year since I graduated. Wowzer.
The overpriced framed portrait is stuck on a shelf in the dining room and only gets dusted when we happen to have guests*.
It is a rubbish photo anyway; wonky hat, creased cape, forced smile and big embarrassed rosy red cheeks.
I've no idea where my degree certificate is but it's bound to be somewhere 'safe' with all those other 'important' things that end up in the same drawer.
I love my little mortarboard charm though - a present from my mum and sister a few months after the graduation ceremony. It's tiny and shiny and lives in its box all secretive and shy.
(I won't let it get dusty.)
*Christmas.
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