Graduation day for my BArch.
Everyone in my year was there, and their families were there too, and it was a sunny day, and seven years of hard slog were over. We had the ceremony, then photos in the quad, then went for a meals with our families, then met up later for drinks until late.
Part of it was that it was the knowledge that none of us would all be together again - both the group of people I’d studied with, but also my family. My grandparents made the trip up to Newcastle for the last time, and my granddad was pretty ill by that point but wouldn’t have missed it for anything.