Thursday Thoughts #3

So my plan to blog every day went right out of the window! I've been either working or revising so I've not had time for anything. Now I've got a week off work but still tonnes of revision to do. Which leads me to this week's Thursday Thoughts- university.

Currently, I am coming to the end of my second year at Hull Uni and I still don't really like it. I want the degree but I don't really like everything else that goes with it. Before I go into that, I'll explain a little about my university path.

Since I was about 13, I dreamed of becoming a journalist. I love writing. It only became a proper career thought when I started college. I started one college because my friends were all going there and hated it so quit after 4 months. After working for the next few months, I decided to start afresh and go to the college I originally planned on going to. It was during my two years here that I really thought it would be a career I would love. I even got to do a journalism piece for my English Language coursework and got 39 out of 40 marks. So during my second year, I applied for uni and chose Salford as my first choice. On results day, I was in tears because I got 3 C's and I needed 3 B's to get into Salford but after checking UCAS, I was thrilled to see I'd been accepted! The next couple of months consisted of me buying anything and everything for uni; I was so excited to move away and start a new and meet new people. The problem was when I got there.

It turned out I was in a flat with 5 third years, most of who knew each other. When I first got there, only 2 of them were there. One girl never left her room but the other one had a massive party on the first night in the kitchen. Having the room right near both the kitchen and front door was not fun. It was loud and I got no sleep. The following morning, I woke up to find the kitchen in a right state. I'm not saying everyone is a clean freak like me but if you're sharing a kitchen, clean up after yourself. The second night, my friend from Hull finally arrived (we were both going to the same uni but he was in a different flat) and we ended up drinking with one of my new housemates. Then it seemed like everyone had invited someone. At first there were about six of us, then it went to about sixty. At this point, I was feeling very claustrophobic and anxious so went into my room and refused to come out. My parents had gone home that afternoon so I was feeling pretty down. It was at that point I knew I had to go home. A lot of people said I should have stuck it out but I was unhappy and would have come home eventually. So off I went home and have never been back since.

Luckily, because of clearing, I managed to get a place at Hull Uni studying Business. I knew I didn't really want to be there as I still wanted to pursue a career in journalism but it was that or full-time work until I decided what to do. Two years later, I'm now studying Marketing and nearing the end of my second year. I'm pretty unmotivated when it comes to uni nowadays because I know exactly what I'm doing when I graduate. Move to Manchester, do my journalism course, try to find a job. My Marketing degree should help here too. I changed from Business because I was only getting 2:2s on the Business modules and 1sts on the Marketing ones!

In terms of the course, I do like it; I find it interesting and helpful for my future career. I just don't like everything else to do with uni. I hate socialising. I don't drink anymore so I come across as boring and don't really want to go and make new friends. I have all the people I need in my life. To overcome this, I joined the Performing Arts society but because of my recent back injury, it's left me more depressed than I was before.

I just want the next year to go by as quickly as possible so I can get properly on track for my planned future.