Coming to the end of my education has hit me like a tonne of bricks this month. Maybe it’s the petrifying pressure felt from starting a new year, or the fact the world and their wife all want to know what my plans are after graduation. Either way, the lists of things to do from now until I hand in my dissertation is twice as long as my idea for what I actually want to do with my future.
Coming out of christmas mode and returning to university after three weeks of care free festivities with friends and family made me realise something. This is the first time, since I was 4 years old, that I don’t know where I’ll be or what I’ll be doing come September.
Every new year has started with the same goal; get through the next few terms of school, countdown the days until summer and then prepare for the next school year. But now, all I’m preparing for is to be done with education. I’m finally going to be done with assignments, assessment briefings, lectures, presentations and all the mundane control that comes being in the education system.
At the age of 21 I am finally in charge of my day to day agenda. Yes, I chose to go to university, but I didn’t get a say in what I spent every day doing.
These are all very first world, privileged problems I admit. But nonetheless, it’s painfully daunting. Becoming independent and free to do as I please at the age of 21 opens up so many new doors that I never had access too before.
Before I decided to go to uni, I was adamant that I was going to work, save and travel. I had convinced myself that I would never achieve the A Level grades I needed to be accepted to university, so chose to plan to fail instead. But now, I’ve proved my 18 year old self wrong, and managed to get through three years of hard work, late nights, partying and meeting lifelong friends only to find myself back at square one.
Now here I am, telling myself not to get my hopes up about getting my dream job, and accepting that things won’t go the way I’ve planned. A lot happens in the space of a year, even 6 months ago my post-graduation plans were a world away in difference to what they are now. But change is good, and I have to learn to embrace it.
I’ve learnt a lot during my three years in Bournemouth. I realised I am a very impatient person that doesn’t share easily, I discovered my ability to meet a deadline no matter what regardless of how much sleep I’ve had, and I’ve met people who I can’t imagine living life without.