I finished college in the first week of May, and it’s only now that I’ve sat down to write this post, not because I’ve been too busy because I’ve been very active with blogging and Youtube but because 3rd year was… something…
The first half of first year was spent on co-op where I got to work (for no pay because journalism is exploitative) in a local magazine. It was sort of a pro and a con that they happened to be renovating their office when I came so got to work from home, I meant my part time job that actually pays me got full availability but the downside was I don’t think I got the most out of the experience. Still, I really enjoyed it and it proved that magazine is definitely the journalistic route I want to go down when I graduate, anything I learned from there was related to journalism so I’m not going to bore you with the details.
Second semester was supposed to be Erasmus… and well… I didn’t go.
The idea of studying in a University in Barcelona that’s on the beach sounds like an amazing once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it was, but I don’t regret my decision. I had more cons than pros in my mind such as coming home jobless, being alone, strains on relationships, and the risk of relapse. The freedom would have been great but settling back into life at home wouldn’t go smoothly. Plus, I felt that going was running away from my problems, and it was better to face the inevitable now – when staying at home meant picking modules to take a pass/fail and would have no effect on my QCA – than go come home, stressed over no job and knowing I was entering a war zone in my final and most important year.
It sounds like I care more about grades than living and my well-being, which isn’t the case, but one thing I absolutely will prevent is having to repeat because I know I’d end up dropping out if I had to repeat a year.
Here’s the life lessons I picked up in my third year in university.
What I learned in third year:
- People have not matured since school. It happened to me in school and I’m sure many many others where friends abandon you without so much as asking for your side when someone tells them something nasty – and probably untrue – about you. I lost friends I had my whole life up until that point in school to someone they barely knew and to this day, I still wonder what the rumoured version of me must have done that was so bad. It still happens in college. People are immature in school, that behaviour isn’t okay but it’s more disappointing when smart educated 20-something-year old’s in University do it.
- The people you think are on your team aren’t. This is similar to the last one, the clubs I thought valued me didn’t so much as bat an eyelid when I asked for help or care that I quit C&S altogether
- but people will surprise you in good ways too. People I didn’t think would notice or believe me, absolutely did and it meant the world.
- It made me want to change things. I want to make a difference and stand up for people, so the attempts to knock me down only made me stronger.
- My pace isn’t the same as others, and that’s okay. Of course it made me sad to see all my classmates’ Instagram posts of them living it up aboard while I was not having a good time at home. You would think it would have made me regret my decision but it didn’t. I had a few “I wouldn’t have had to put up with this shit in Spain” moments but not full fledged regret. I wasn’t ready to live abroad, and I fully intend to one day but it wasn’t the time right now.
- There is always a silver lining, and when you take that into account, the bad times wont be so hard.
- My girl karma is gonna come though.
I’m being vague because I’m not ready to talk about it fully yet, apologies for such a grim post. I’ll hopefully have something more lighthearted next time.
If you’re in college, what life lessons did you finish the academic year with?