Third Year: End of First Term

Friday, 12 December 2014

Please don't ask me where the last three months have gone, because I wouldn't be able to tell you. One minute I was having the most amazing time fresher repping, settling into my new flat and dealing with the overwhelming stress of deadlines being thrown at me left, right and centre. And now? I'm nearly about to embark on my penultimate term of Uni. Ever. And that is really quite a terrifying concept to comprehend. Let's forget about the last three months for a moment, where have the last three years gone? Each day means I'm one step closer to graduating and although that means a wealth of exciting and life-changing experiences and opportunities, it's also incredibly scary for someone who has been in a little Uni bubble for the last three years.

Second term means more adjustment. It means dealing with more deadlines, more worries and more stress. Am I ready for that? Hell no. I quite clearly enjoy being in little bubbles because right now I'm in my little Christmas bubble at home enjoying the wonderful festive period surrounded by the people I love. So if you're asking whether I'm ready to leave my comfort zone to encounter another three amazing, yet insanely difficult and testing months then no, I'm not. Not quite yet anyway. The reality of it is that I don't really know what to expect. I mean I do in terms of deadlines and the work I have to complete, but I've no idea what way it's going to go. Sure I have plans, ambitions and standards. But worry and stress can do funny things to you.

I know I sound like quite the pessimist but I think the worst thing I could possibly do right now is to pretend that I'm not worried. Because I am worried and I do care. And surely that's a good thing? The last three months have seen me submit a dissertation plan and a portfolio, both of which I've put 100% into. It might seem like a long, hard slog but it'll be worth it in the end. Putting in so much and getting the equivalent out is rewarding, and that's not a feeling I want to give up just yet. Everyone says their first year is the best, but I can say that third year has been the best time for me, hands down. As cliche as it sounds, I've really settled into myself and seen myself improve which for me, is more important than anything right now. 

Dreams don't work unless you do

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