• Gollygoshb

The University Story

Updated: Jul 11, 2019

The time has come around again when everyone is starting University, either for the first time or returning for their next year. Therefore I thought it would be prime time to share my University story, since every time I meet someone for the first time this story comes up. So here it is, everything on one page. My story about University, and trust me when I say it's not a pretty one.


W h e r e I t A l l B e g a n . . . A - l e v e l s R e s u l t s D a y :


Ever since I can remember I have strived for the very best. I have set the hardest goals for myself, almost resembling asking myself to grow another leg (I mean really B, you're not a starfish.) You see, I'm not a grade A student, I had to work my ass off to get an A in college, and when it came to exams I was even worse, the pressure and stress, well I'm sure I can speak for everyone when I say it gets to you. So when I got my results for my a-levels, to say I was disappointed was an understatement, I missed the grades I needed by 3 marks. I was devastated, I was crying non-stop for what seemed like days, so clearing here I came, and with no back-up plan because Warwick was the only university I could see on my horizon, I felt stuck and hugely uninspired.




S o H e l l o c l e a r i n g . . .


To say clearing is horrible is an understatement, but

apparently the next port of call in the journey of which I call my life, was Reading University. A well respected university, which I rushed to find and probably picked too soon, but I was running out of time, so what was a girl to do? So 2 hours of terrible hold music later, I finally got through, and enrolled in the next stage of my education.



T h e n T h e D r e a d e d E m a i l C a m e . . .


If my luck couldn't get any worse, fate started to play its hand...with the wonderful subject title;

Your accommodation is not yet fully finished being built.


"I'm sorry what?" I said chocking on my cereal. This cannot be real? I was moving there in 4 days, I was checking out a whole new university, I mean yeah it was exiting, but I knew nothing about the place of which I would be calling 'home' for the next 3 years, and after, that my accommodation wasn't yet built. What was I to do? *I carried on reading* 'don't worry B we have you covered, if you choose to stay we can take £50 off of your rent.' Okay fine, so the noise would be awful I thought, but I would be out all the time at freshers anyway, so it wouldn't matter all that much. Let's do it.


2 d a y s p a s s . . .


'We're sorry to inform you that due to health and safety reasons, we now cannot allow you to live in the building whilst work is in progress, we have hotel accommodation for the time being, then you can choose to move in at a later date or go into halls.'


Well by this time all the good halls had been taken, and I was close to tears again. But again I took it in my stride. Hotel Califor..Reading..here I come, and to be honest it actually wasn't that bad, with eating out everyday due to there being no oven or microwave (or the worst thing...no toaster), and with the whole hotel of students coming together, we had a pretty fab freshers week. We were the lucky one's who managed to end up in the hotel campus, so we were only a 5 minute walk away from the student union.


But as people started getting into halls, we all started drifting apart. When the time came when I finally got into halls, I was jumping for joy. My uni experience could finally begin, or so I thought. I was put into halls with 5 Chinese boys which wanted nothing to do with me. They had given me one cupboard to fit ALL of my kitchen essentials in, and the smell of a sushi and noodles were a constant asset to the flat I was put into. I lasted a week.



P r i v a t e a c c o m m o d a t i o n ,


hit me up. A week later I was moved into my slightly (a lot) more expensive studio, which had a microwave oven, trust me when I say, microwave ovens can take a walk...to the bin, because they're a huge waste of time and effort, and I still haven't forgiven them for ruining my chicken nuggets. No matter how plush my studio flat was however, I still hated it, I hadn't settled, the friends that I had met all had their own clique's and I just wasn't fitting in.


Your future self is thinking about the memories you're creating right now, so make them good one's.

Problem was, I wasn't creating good one's, I was just creating nightmares, and running out of time. I needed to make a decision.




After 3 months of the whole experience, I was on the brink of a mental break down and whilst all of this was happening I learnt that the saying 'long distance relationships don't work' was a harsh reality. I had no time to fit him in, and although I was sad that it ended, it needed to end.


"One more month."

My dad would say to me on the phone, "one more week" he would state a month later, you just need some time to settle, "I thought everyday about quitting when I started University because I missed home, and you are basically me." But enough was enough, I was calling five people a day on repeat just so I could get through the day. I needed to get home. "one more week." came through the phone yet again, "I'm getting the train right now." was my reply at 1am. One sleeper train later with 8 hours of me crying, and a train conductor trying to convince me everything gets better.


I C a m e H o m e . . .


and worked to where I am right now. Happiness. So when you think everything's over, and you don't know what to do, follow your heart, because even though I needed to pay off £15,000 worth of debt and pay for a flat which I was no longer living in, I can now say it's all worth it, because a year and a half later I had paid it all off, and finally I know what I wanted to do with my life, and it wasn't studying ancient history (even though I still hold it close to my heart.)


You have to remember that 'Only dead fish go with the flow' so if you don't think university is for you, or you are not ready for it, then you don't need to decide to go yet. You have time, don't let anyone convince you otherwise.


The moral of the story - don't rush, if in doubt, do without, is what my mum always say.


I just started University again today, a different uni, a different subject, everything. So when I say don't let my University story put you off, I really mean it. Just stay true to your heart, and do what you love. If you're are only going to University because you think it's right, and you don't have a passion in what you're going to do, just take a breath, university will always be there, follow your heart first.

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