On Friday I turned in my final term paper at the University of Oslo, and by that completed my second bachelor's degree in four years.
And then I went to meet Dag, who was getting his hair cut at Camilla's salon.
(Such an anticlimax after four years of hard work, I know right, no graduation ceremony or anything, just starting the day at the study hall, handing in my paper and then "yep, I guess that's it then, I'm outta here". The other day I was at the office of the program consultant for the program of my studies, because I had some questions about ordering my diplomas, and she was all enthusiastic blabbering about different master's programs I should apply for, and I was like "pfft, hell no, I've wasted enough time in this joint").
And then we went to have a little celebration of our own.
Sangría in the making
Yesterday I treated myself to a little graduation present: