I remember all too well how difficult it was to work up the courage to attend university as a 24 year old mature student, but at the same time how excitied I was at the prospect of embarking on a new stage in my life. Wondering if I would fit in, make friends, pass my exams; and at the same time looking forward to the chance to study the things that fascinated me, to be the person I really wanted to be.
Today is my Dad’s first day at university. I can only imagine how it feels for him.
But one thing I know for certain is – I’m proud of you, Dad. Work hard, and have fun.