Meet Desmond

I WAS AWARDED A FIRST!

Yes, a first. The highest honour that you can bestow on anybody in life for an achievement that they have worked towards, but it wasn’t for my endless nights of studying in the library at university that I eventually reaped this reward. It was for a daily challenge match that I won on Stick Tennis, an application on my smartphone which takes no skill or real knowledge to master.

However, I’ve also met Desmond. A new friend that isn’t the best at much in life, and perhaps he will not be a person who becomes the CEO at a major global company as he reaches the top of their hierarchy, but he works hard and is very keen to make the most of what he has.

Meet Desmond. He's only a red folder, but he means a lot to me.

Meet Desmond. He’s only a red folder, but he means a lot to me.

Desmond is somebody I like.

He’s a humble guy and people may not think that he has took life too seriously, but there is more to him than meets the eye and do you know what the best thing is?

Desmond isn’t a real person. He is imaginary, and he is the final grade that I was given for my BA (Hons) degree in Sports Journalism.

Where a 2:1, a grade that is the equivalent of 61%-70% as a mark of four years of a lot of stress and toil, is the result that I was hoping for, a 2:2 is what I have ended up with and by means of a percentage, I got 58%.

The margins were tight and because of this, there was not too much to feel happy about for a couple of days after the initial news of my grade was shared.

Trying to pinpoint where things went wrong is something that was too easy to do. More books could have been read and the first few years of studying could have been approached with a little more urgency but it is stupid to worry.

Things happen in life for a reason, and living with Desmond, named after Desmond Tutu, a South African former bishop who has become famous around the world for his views on apartheid as a challenger of the system of racial segregation that controlled the country for a large part of the 20th century, (2:2, get it?), is a future that is looking very positive as I wait to graduate officially in November 2012.

Sure, the final result is not exactly what I’ve worked for, but it is something to be proud of. It is something to work with and by no way at all, is it something that should hold me back.

The next steps after finishing over 20 years in education would seem to be finding employment, reaching for an ultimate goal in the shape of a dream job and volunteering in the time where nothing else is holding me back, and that is what I am currently doing.

Application forms are being filled out, e-mails are being sent and C.V’s are being issued to potential employers on a daily basis.

Work experience placements are being searched for and being applied for as I am looking to develop a career in radio production.

An opportunity to volunteer at the 2014 Commonwealth Games in Glasgow, Great Britain is something that I am seriously considering, and I feel that there is a very good chance that I will apply to be part of the event in January 2013 as their volunteering programme begins.

I’m not the sort of person who will give up on life if it gets tough.

I’ve learned to walk, talk, and live independently. I’ve survived mainstream school, both primary and secondary and if that wasn’t enough, I’ve completed a university degree which included a heavy bout of depression and anxiety during my second year of four in total on the course.

Having the tenacity to get through any task in life is something that I can easily muster.

Having Desmond by my side will just be enough company to make things nice and friendly!

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