So My Friends Are All Going Back To University…
Monday, September 07, 2015
Out of my friendship group of 10, only 3 of us have finished
and graduated from university. All 10 of us have started university but due to
varying reasons from taking time off, doing a longer course, or doing a masters
course, all but three of us have got more studying time.
I am of course one of the ones who has finished. I wouldn’t
be writing this post if that were not the case. During the summer I took my
final exams (only two because I hate exams) and graduated my three year degree
with a 2:1 in Archaeology and Anthropology from the University of Kent.
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| Photo by Luis Llerena |
The other half of me is absolutely flipping petrified about
having left the security of education. I’ve spent the last 16 years straight in
some form of organised education and leaving that is kind of terrifying. I don’t
know what I want to do with my new found freedom, or what kind of job I want,
or even how I want to spend the rest of my life. And that’s scary.
Partly because most of my friends have still got more time
to spend on that discovery. They still have at least a year to decide what they
want to do once they graduate and move onto the next stage of their lives. And
I know that some of them have already decided, and some of them have no clue,
and that’s okay.
I’m also scared because I know I’ll miss them whilst they’re
gone. I’ll have a great 3 months here with my friends who are staying and I’ll
get stuck into other parts of my life, like learning to drive and writing the
blog and redecorating my house. But it will be nice to see them when they come
back in December.
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| Photo by the University of Kent |
Besides all that, I know that I will be okay. Regardless of whether I decide what I want to do in a month or in 6 months or even a year I will be able to make a decision and start my life on a pathway that will lead me to happiness.
Starting this blog has been a good step forward as this is
something I’ve wanted to do for a while, and it’s taken the fear of having
nothing to do to make me realise that it’s not worth waiting for the perfect
moment. It’s far better to get stuck in and just work hard, than sit and wait for
perfection.
So that’s my conclusion from all my friends going back to
university.
Let me know what you think in the comments,
Beci x
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