University – the best three years of your life? My experience – an introduction.

It seems to be popular belief that uni is the best time of your life, but is it?

Meeting new people and damaging your liver with too much alcohol are just a couple of things that are encompassed in ‘uni life’ however, it’s not all its cracked up to be for some people, me being one of them.
During the course of these posts I’ll explain: what made me start uni, what the work’s like, what meeting new people is like and more, probably.

I’d better get started then.

A bit of a background
I’m currently studying journalism at the University of Salford, and to me, the idea of university being the time of my life is almost completely bollocks. The sixth form I attended, really tried to sell it to me, talks from people who’d had the time of their life during university were put on to tempt the students in to progressing on to the next level of education; another factor was their was no help when it came to other choices. The Gap Yah (gap year) was the only alternative mentioned, however that didn’t appeal to me. In a way I felt pushed in to going to university, although I have a few friends at college and one currently doing an apprenticeship they were still forced into applying for uni but chose not to go. In a way I admire my friends for not taking the easy way out and going to uni, I also envy them in some ways too.

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So, why did I go to uni?
There are a number of factors which determined why I decided to start university, including the aforementioned pressure and attraction passed on to me by my sixth form. One of them was the fact I’d applied; I’d paid the thirty or so quid to apply through UCAS (paying that didn’t make it any less of a hassle either, by the way.) I’d been to the open days, and they made uni seem really appealing – it’s an open day, that’s what they’re meant to do. – I’d been to the interviews too, I’d taken time off school to go to them; so not going felt a bit like I’d wasted my time. My brother was also applying at the same time – it took him a while to figure out what he wanted to do, but he felt sure uni was right for him, so I thought it must be right for me. – A further factor was I didn’t know what I wanted to do; I’d always wanted to be a journalist though and university stopped me from having try to find to a job for another three years, so why not?

I’d dived in at the deep end, and there it was, I’d got my student loan and everything was set. I was going to university.