There was a panel of women were a business owner, an Instagram ledge, a Gold winning Olympian and a Charity organiser supporting women from Essex. It was amazingly inspirational night and a huge reminder of how much of a cock up the Oxford definition is and actually how damaging it can still be all these many (many, many) years on since I was that awkward teen.
Am I proud of being from Essex? No. I would love to be, and I fully support everyone reclaiming the label and using it positively, but I can't hand on heart say that I am proud. And that has nothing to do with me, or the lexicographers in charge of the dictionary, it's everyone who has falsely applied the stereotype.
I am strong believer in the idea that University will make or break you, but either way you end up with a degree and a lot of life experience. After looking on gov.uk I discovered I will receive my State Pension in 2063, so I'm not sure if I can call University the best, or the worst, years of my life just yet.