University – first impressions

My first feelings towards starting university were of curiosity, excitement and apprehension. I’d been to MediaCityUK – where the university has a campus and loved it. The architecture was amazing, the facilities the university had were of industry standard I had to go.

I won’t bore you with what ‘enrolling’ – registering – at the university was like (I stood in a queue for an hour whilst I waited for an ID card.)

So, my first day. I got to the lecture hall around half-an-hour before it actually started – I’d set off very early in case I got lost.- I sat there for three hours whilst the lecturer introduced herself, and the course; then after, I left. I didn’t speak to anyone, I didn’t know anyone, I’d expected my first few days to be like this, so I wasn’t too bothered.

It was about two weeks in when it started to take it’s toll. Living at home wasn’t doing me any good in terms of meeting people, I went to the lectures and I came home, ‘university life’ wasn’t what I expected it to be. I was lonely and I felt conned, all the things I’d been told about uni from students and talks that my sixth form had were wrong, why had they never told us it doesn’t always work out?

I’m not the only student that’s been through this struggle either, at some universities the number of students seeking help for depression has more than doubled (as of 2013) . Thoughts about leaving or ‘dropping out’ were ever-present, I didn’t have anything lined up though, so I’d still be in debt; albeit not as much as I would if I complete the three year course; but I wouldn’t have anything to show for the debt.

I decided to stick it out, and things started to look up after the Christmas break I threw caution to the wind and became more confident in myself, I realised that everyone’s in a similar position, we’re all surrounded by strangers. I now feel as though I’ve made some valuable friends, and even if I didn’t start out enjoying university not quitting was worth it.

One thing at uni that’s always lingering is the work. Not necessarily the amount of work, but how challenging it is. At sixth-form I felt like my hand was held throughout my A-Levels, despite the school marketing sixth-form as a more adult learning environment I was still treated the same as I was during my GCSE’s. The step up from A-Levels to university was huge, it took me a while to adjust to the work, but I feel like I’ve got there now, I also feel like university has helped develop my skills as a writer (hopefully)

Going to university was a big decision for me and at first it didn’t seem like the best of ideas to go. I’ve now warmed to the idea, and believe that no matter how much of a wrong choice it may seem at the time, the final outcome could be so much better than you think.



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