So this post is basically inspired by a tweet I saw from the lovely Sophie (PetalsOfPerfection) that said:
Beyond excited to graduate… sorry but if anyone says to me that uni years are the best years of my life. YOU ARE WRONG.
I couldn’t agree more!
I’m so sick of hearing that your days at university are the best of your life, that it’s where you’ll meet your best friends for life and you’ll always wish you could go back.
Because it’s just not true for everyone!
I hate university. Or rather I suppose I should clarify that- I hate the university that I’m currently at.
As some of you may remember, I originally went to a very small university that had 7 people in my class; everyone got on really well and I had two of the best years I’d ever had in education.
Hell, I even managed to go out on (and more importantly, enjoy) nights out every other week!
But then I moved to Sheffield Hallam to top up my HND into a full degree and everything changed.
I had to redo second year as I changed courses slightly- I moved from graphic design to digital media production. This meant I was coming into a class full of people who already knew each other and had solid friendship groups.
People just completely ignored me and I just sat at the front feeling completely isolated and upset.
Things didn’t really change even after I’d been there a year!
Worse than that, it turns out that there’s no age limit to bullying: I was getting snide comments and sarcastic remarks from a group of boys almost from the second I walked into my first lesson.
It only stopped when they realised I wasn’t going to show any emotion or react to what they were doing.
In all honesty it was worse than being in secondary school – at least there I had a few friends to sit with at dinner, talk to during class and walk around with.
I will honestly be so glad when I’ve graduated. I’ve not even started my final year and I’m already having panic attacks about having to go in again!
The thing is that I want to try and do a masters in journalism, which would mean not only getting myself into even more debt (I probably already owe over £50,000!) but it means staying at university and putting myself through hell for another year.
I can’t decide if it’s worth it or not.
Not only that but I’m sick of having a stereotype attached to me when I say I’m a uni student! Not everyone wants to go out and party. Not everyone even leaves home!
I chose to keep living at home and just commute in because I couldn’t afford (and couldn’t stand the thought of living in) student accommodation. I don’t go out drinking and partying holds no interest to me.
Sure I went out at my previous university, but that’s because I enjoyed the company and had fun beating the guys at pool – not because I wanted to go drinking and partying.
I was always back home by 10pm and I never got drunk…well except when I tried cocktails for the first time and didn’t realise they took a while to hit you…I won’t make that mistake again!
If you don’t enjoy university, for whatever reason, I promise you that you aren’t alone. The response to Sophie’s tweet actually surprised me: so many people tweeted that they hated university too and couldn’t wait to leave!