My university experience

It’s almost 11 pm, on a Friday night. You’d think exciting things happen at this time of the week for a uni student. But not me, I’ve never been a partier, and I’ve not had the stereotypical experience you immediately assume to have at uni. So I’m sat tucked up in bed, with my favourite music on, working on my next deadline. But tonight isn’t even a regular Friday night, it’s my last Friday night, be that… my last night at uni. And as I sit here typing this I wonder where on earth the last 3 years have gone. I say this regularly, but seriously where did the time go? Someone, please tell me!

I’ve spent the last three years jumping between Devon and Gloucestershire and I can honestly say I’ve loved my uni experience. It wasn’t what I expected. I thought I’d drink a lot more, I’d have more all-nighters before deadlines (I’ve still never done it!) I’d be less stressed and know what I want to do with my life. But I think I’ve come to realise no one knows what they want to do with their life do they? If you do please tell me how to find out! But uni has taught me that I chose the right course for me, I loved my subject, and found it so interesting! I just wish there were more jobs in sociolinguistics and studying linguistics. If anyone knows please tell me because my new job is only for a year, so I’m still on the lookout.


But sat here on my last night, my walls bare of photos and my fairy lights dismantled, it looks so bare as if a chapter of my life is over. It is, looking at my bare walls, usually so full of memories, family, and friends, now only the remnants of white tack are left, and now from tomorrow adulthood is about to start. No more education. I’ve spent 17 years of my life, (all that I can remember) in education, and in 1 week, after my final deadline, I’m no longer a student. That’s actually quite daunting. But on the other side of it, I get to go home and spend every day with Paul, and be mummy to my two cats again. So although this chapter is almost shut, I’m equally excited about the new one I’m about to open. All the exciting new things that brings, including my new job, and a new way of living, and having more responsibility.

I’m so glad I went to university, I’ve heard people say they’re glad they didn’t go to uni, for different reasons. And although I did question my choice at times, looking back now, I’m such a different person, from who I was before I left. And I don’t think I would have gotten to the same person I am today without university. It really grew my confidence. It can be tough, and I wanted to go home 50% of the time, but my desire to get a degree in something I love powered me through. So as long as you go to university to study something you’re passionate about, you won’t regret it. It’s hard, but for me, the benefits at the end outweighed some of the pain in the process of getting there. So I’m excited to get started on the next step of the ladder, but I’m really going to miss this chapter of my life, because it holds so many lovely memories.

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