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Back in 2013, I stood at the side of the stage, waiting to be handed that tiny rolled up piece of paper that contained the words “you did it!” I had worked my proverbial a** off. A 1st class degree. My name was called and although the moment passed quickly, this memory has stayed with me forever. As any culmination of three years of hard work should. As any graduation ceremony should.
But this memory stays with me not because of the moment of celebration that it was, but because of the shock I saw in the faces of
