Three days before my graduation, King's College London took away my First Class Honours.

I had been preparing to celebrate with my family. After years of hard work, late nights, and personal sacrifice, I was days away from walking across that stage. Then the email arrived and everything changed.

My grade had been dropped from 70% to 68%. A First Class to a 2:1. Gone, just like that.

That was nearly two years ago. I still haven't graduated.

My name is Ceana, and I am raising funds to pursue justice for the degree I earned.

This was King's third grading error on my record. The reason given was "peer review" - a system I was never given access to. No link. No visibility. No opportunity to respond.

In May 2024, my First Class Honours had been officially confirmed. For the first time in months, I felt like I could finally rest. The late nights, the sacrifices, all of it had been worth it. And then, without warning, it was taken away.

A grade isn't just a number. It's every early morning, every missed event, every moment I chose my future over everything else.

A year later, King's admitted the peer review system should never have been hidden from my account. And still, my grade was not corrected.

The errors didn't stop there.

I did everything I was asked to do. I was calm, patient, and professional. And at every turn, I was met with more waiting, more errors, and more closed doors.

I took my case to the Office of the Independent Adjudicator. My case was marked "not justified" - even though the OIA was unable to fully consider all the elements of my complaint.

At this point, I can't help but question whether I am being treated differently. I wonder: if I came from a different background, would I still be standing up for myself this hard for something as basic as fairness?

This degree represents years of hard work, sacrifice, and a belief that my efforts would be recognised.

I am a Black woman and a first-generation university student. No one in my family had been to university before me. I had no blueprint, no safety net - just the belief that if I worked hard enough, it would be enough.

Fewer than 4% of Black students attend Russell Group universities. I fought to be in that number. I earned a First Class degree. And now I am being asked to accept a result I did not earn, simply because the institution that made the errors has more time and resources than I do.

This is my final chance.

I have until 13 June 2026 - just under two months - to seek justice through a Judicial Review. After that, my time to seek justice runs out.

To move forward, I need:

This journey has been exhausting - emotionally, mentally, and now financially. After nearly two years, the final hurdle isn't the strength of my case. It's money.

So many students face this. Cases go unheard not because they lack merit, but because the people pursuing them run out of resources before they reach the finish line. I don't want my story to end that way.

If you are able to donate, I would be so grateful. You would be giving me the chance to see this through after everything it has taken to get here.

Even if you're not in a position to donate, sharing this page could make all the difference.

I have spent nearly two years being told to wait, to appeal, to try another route. This is the last route. Please join me on this final step - so I no longer have to walk it alone.