I had a great day at my MA graduation at the Bridgewater Hall in Manchester a couple of weeks ago. We drove up on the day and were surprised at how busy it was.
I have a couple of Bachelor’s degrees already, and at my first graduation about fifteen years ago, I saw the Masters students in their light blue robes and thought to myself “I’m going to do that one day.”
Finding the time to do the work required was a challenge (the Masters programme has a pretty intense two-year workload), and that’s why I chose not to have any pictures of just me at my Graduation.
I couldn’t have done this without the support of my lovely missus, and so it is only right that she should be in the photos.
I did get some bragging rights over Mrs Reverend Robertshaw, however.
Clever girl that she is, she actually has TWO Masters degrees, both with Merit. When my results came in, I was delighted to see that I had been awarded a Distinction because I could then say that my degree was better than hers 
This caused a few months of (I must emphasise friendly and good-natured) banter. When we got to the Bridgewater Hall and saw the programme, however, we could see that my name was second on the list, behind only a chap with a Phd.
I might have told Rev Eleanor, once or twice, that this was indeed proof that my degree was so much more important than hers. I shall leave her reactions to your imaginations, but you won’t be far wrong!
