For years, I’ve watched people get lucky with autumn and winter graduations. Cold but clear days make for excellent conditions when you’re wrapped up in robes. Alas, for us doctoral candidates, the long wait ended in a day a rain. A full day. It never stopped raining the whole day.
That could only slightly dampen, and not extinguish, our spirits, though. Professor Neville Cox gave a fantastic speech, touching on the hardships so many of us had overcome to be here, the responsibility we now had to make a positive contribution, and the importance of standing up to to the anti-knowledge sentiment that society is currently wrestling with.
Then came the formal bit. It is all done in Latin. There was a lot of smiling and nodding. My parchment is also in Latin.
This was followed by a reception in the Great Hall.
I’ve been in psychology for 12 years now, and it is a long journey from initial qualification to chartership. It doesn’t really finish here: I’ve already had an email from the BPS telling me about the fellowship track. But this is a wonderful milestone to reach. Thank you to everyone who has supported me on this journey, especially Elina, Venla and my parents. Like Formula One, it’s a team effort where one person takes all of the glory.
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