Five years ago tomorrow I donned a gown and, carrying a fetching violet silk hood, marched across a stage at the words:
Te ad gradum Magistri Theologiae promoveo, cuius rei in symbolum super te hoc birretum impono.
‘”I promote you to the Degree of Master of Theology, as a symbol of which I place this cap upon you.”
Although, if we’re being technical, since I was the third one across the stage, I just got an ‘et super te’ (and also you). Then I knelt in front of Menzies Campbell, got tapped on the head with an elderly bit of tartan, received my hood, stood, bowed, and exited, stage left, the proud recipient of a real, live degree.
It was a wonderful day, but it has also been a wonderful five years. In some ways it seems like years ago, and in some days it feels like yesterday.
Thankfully, I am still using stuff I learnt and I do still love theology.
Weirdly, I still have nightmares that I’ve forgotten to hand in an essay, or that I’ve missed a tutorial, or that I’m 31 minutes late for an exam. The relief on waking, and reminding myself that none of that’s true and I passed after all, is indescribable.
Oh, and I still haven’t had cause to write, MTheol (Hons) (St And) after my name. Perhaps that delight will arrive before the 10 year anniversary.
In summary: graduate.