I never realised how difficult it was going to be for me. Obviously, I knew that I would miss home, but I could never had imagined how much I would miss it. The first term was just so horrible as well, which just made me want to give up everything and runaway back home. I didn't have any friends, the people in the house I ended up in (I was in house because there were no more spaces left in halls, which didn't help either) were either depressing or weird, the house was truly awful, I was behind on my work, I got threatened by one of my "house mates" and I just felt that nobody cared about me anymore. It was awful and I just wanted to quit altogether.
After some convincing from my Dad though, I decided that I could stick it out through the next two terms. I am so thankful that I did. By the end of the second term, I was starting to make friends and had sorted out somewhere to live. The third term was even better. I now have even more friends and I've finally started to enjoy uni life. Oh and my work has gotten good marks as well.
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| Picture of my University campus, taken from my Instagram account - smoliver94 |
Looking back at the year all I can think about is how it's gone so quickly, which makes me think that these next two years are going to go even quicker. And it's quite scary. In two years time, I have to think about graduating then either working or postgraduate study or doing something completely different such as travelling the world.
The only thing I want to achieve in these next two years though is that I attain a good degree. It'll be hard work but I think that the goal at the end of the finishing line will be worth it. Once I've achieved that, then I can think about the next steps in life for me.
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| "The most rewarding things in life are often the ones that look like they cannot be done" | - Arnold Palmer |
