I’m now going into my third and final year at university, and I am petrified. Mostly of whether I’ll pass or not and the work ahead but also because I know that all the drinking games, nights out and pizza at 3am will have to stop.
I know that uni isn’t all fun and games, and we have to work hard, but I still don’t think it will be as acceptable to rock up to work at 9am on a Thursday still drunk, feeling like you’re going to throw up with any small movement and smelling of Brunchies because you couldn’t say no to one more Yoda at Gobble.
Watching people I know graduate makes it all the more real that it’s going to be me this time next year, which means I’ve only got this last year (which isn’t even a full year) to become an adult adult, find a job and figure out what the hell I’m doing with my life.
I’m looking forward to the challenges that third year brings, having to work more independently from lecturers and use my own time to build contacts and work experience. But at the same time I’m worried about the safety net of the “uni bubble” slipping further and further away.
The only thing I do know is that I don’t want to go home to work or live after university, weather that happens or not is a totally different kettle of fish but hey ho! My small town is so boring I think I’d struggle to get any job, let alone one in Journalism in a place where NOTHING EVER HAPPENS. That and all I seem to write about is court cases and murders (I know so cheery!), and few of those happen at home.
No one really knows what they’re going to do after university in specific terms, we can all only hope that we get our dream job and sort our lives out. Personally I’ll just be happy to graduate having passed all of my NCTJ’s and having gained great experiences in the best three years of my life.
For now I’m going to try to stop worrying about getting a job and what I’m going to do, and just enjoy the time I have left, and the last proper summer holiday I’ll probably ever have!
Emma
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