I am angry at myself for not posting since January, but this is it, my final moments of University (unless I go back to do something else) and my life has been turned upside down in order to squeeze in the hours of essay writing I should have completed over the past three years.
I wish I could havesaid that I was one of those students who studied and worked hard, because it was so important to achieve the best I could possibly do. No, instead I shall look back and think, woah I did some fucked up stuff, loved every moment and (hopefully) achieved something at the end of it.
My housemate and I were discussing how bizarre it is, that mostly we start shaping the way our lives will continue from the age of 15, when you start GCSE's. Is it really fair to ask someone going through the madness which is puberty to make those life decisions? By the time some of us get to University we are so desperate to leave our quiet home lives behind that the idea of independence, parties, drugs and alcohol are far too tempting. Only at this point, in your final year when you realise just how much debt you have gotten into do you feel like maybe you should have been paying attention in that lecture, rather than tweeting about this weeks big event in the Students' Union.
After my degree is completed, I intend to make this blog far more regular (like it was in the old days) and I will probably have to look at how much I miss the old Uni lifestyle. I am welcoming unemployment with not so open arms.
Best start looking for a job!
To all third year students - keep calm, we got this covered. Mostly.
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