With my large coffee frappucino and light jazz music in the background – today is the day I write about university. It’s been a few weeks since I started studying BA Journalism and let me tell you one thing – it’s been one hell of a start. It takes me around 25 minutes to get in by bus and my lectures and seminars are all after 12 in the afternoon (amazing right?) This not only means I get the best lay in the morning – I also come into uni at the busiest time. Now there’s probably been hundreds of posts about university however each one is unique to the person and today is all about mine.
I officially started university on the 18th September and boy has it gone fast. Being the anxious person I am, I’d be lying if I said there weren’t times where I doubted if this was the right decision for me. After I’d get through the moments of uncertainty, a sudden rush of excitement came through me. I was starting university – a realisation that sounded really odd to me. Difficulties I faced during A-Levels made me lose faith that I would actually make it. Ever since secondary school, I struggled with exam stress – I would succeed in class, with teachers constantly praising me of my work ethic however when exams came something would change and my grade wouldn’t reflect my actual potential. After gaining 1 A*, 2 As, 4Bs and 2Cs then came A Levels, my own personal hell. The social aspect of it was great but the educational side of it, not so much. 2 years felt like 20 and if I’m honest – it got to a point where I could not wait for it to end. When the end came and exams were over – the grades I achieved did not shock me. I was disappointed but the unconditional offer I received from my university was the second chance. I decided I was going to leave all my (let’s call them) unpleasant educational experiences behind me and start afresh.
The first few days starting were intimidating however after meeting everyone in my course and getting to know people, I started feeling more and more comfortable. I’ve settled into my lectures and seminars and been introduced to many different people. Honestly, you’d be surprised at how many people you’ll meet in the library. Moving on to the educational aspect, one thing I didn’t expect was having all seminars and only 1 lecture the whole week. To be honest, I was slightly disappointed. It reminded me of being back in secondary and sixth form, but over the last weeks, I’ve realised they have more differences than similarities. For example, even though we’re required to do presentations in front of everyone in a seminar, unlike sixth form the classes are smaller which creates a much more relaxed and friendly environment. In relation to assessment and assignments, I’m very happy (5 assignments already but still happy). As you now know my experiences with exams were shambolic but my course is very practical. It involves actively interviewing people, writing and doing presentations which allows me to put the courses theory into practice.
This was quite a long summary of everything relating to my experience of university so far. It’s been just over a month since starting and I’m already enjoying it all (except for the fact that I’ve already lost my student id). Like any other university experience, it will have its ups and downs but I want to learn to embrace them all. Nobody will have the unobtainable ‘perfect experience with no issues’ – be it assignments, friends, relationships, failing. What we need to remember is that there is a lesson in everything and you can make university the best time of your life, only if you want to.
I’m going to leave you in the most cliche way possible with a quote – “the expert in anything was once a beginner”.
Till next time,