Yesterday marked the first day of university for me. It was a weird feeling: a bit of nerves but mostly just a fire in my belly that just wanted to get stuck right in and started. As my close family and friends know, I hated my first year of university. In fact, it was probably one of the worst years of my whole entire life. And now? Now I’m just at a point where I’m slowly forgetting it ever happened and using this year as my first year of university. Last year I took computer science, and I knew the minute I sent off that UCAS form that I didn’t want to do it. That’s the thing, if you take just one specific course at college (I did, I took Computing) they then pressure you into taking the follow-on course at university. Sure, it makes sense, but what if you don’t want to do that? I didn’t even want to go to uni, yep wasn’t interested, but when I told my tutor that, she was so shocked and asked why I even bothered with college? Errr, because a BTEC is still better than nothing? From the start it was nothing but pressure to not only apply for university but take the course we were ‘recommended’.
Media is something I am so interested in and with Media Studies this allows me to try out all the different options that comes with it. For instance, this semester, I’ve put photography down as my first choice. I’ve dabbled in photography, no way on a professional level but I know a bit of how to use a camera and I guess you could say that my blog has been some experience with that. But, there’s also video production that excites me massively; I just love the idea of it all. Media is definitely a path I would love to go down when thinking about jobs. It’s exciting and ever-changing. Media will never be the same year in, year out and I love that.
I wasted a entire year at university. In a way, I am glad I did it. Academically, it was a waste but I met some amazing people who I wouldn’t of met otherwise (yes Becca I am talking about you ;)) and I did end up passing the year and I did learn a lot – not just about my course but home living. Like, how to use a washing machine and how to sort out bills and random house things you don’t think of when living at home. But if there is one thing I really did learn was… if it ain’t fun, it ain’t working. And that is literally so true. I was so miserable. I wouldn’t leave the house as I had literally no motivation to do so, I wouldn’t even go into university because I hated it so much. It was stupid.
Withdrawing from the course was literally the biggest weight off my shoulders. That day, the moment I got the email conforming I was withdrawn and no longer connected to Computer Science in any way, I was literally the happiest I could of been. Thankfully, the media studies team were happy to have me on board! It’s all been a massive stress, I mean, I only found accommodation Friday, the day before I moved in and my application messed up. But I have a feeling, this time round, it’s all going to be worth it. Media seems much more my thanggg (duuuh, I have a blog/youtube haha) and the tutors seem extremely helpful and kind – a vast difference to last year.
I have a second chance at trying this whole university lark again. I can already tell it’s changed me; my packet of Supernoodles have so far remained unopened in the cupboard and I’ve actually been doing some cooking! (Shock horror!) So I’m excited. I feel good. I feel ok. I wanna join societies. I don’t want to leave my washing until I have no more clothes left. I feel positive. So if any of you are reading this and maybe you’re doing something that makes you unhappy or maybe you’ve made the wrong choice about something in life – it’s never too late to change and step back from what you’re doing. Never. Nothing is set in stone and nothing is impossible; no matter how hard it seems. Sounds cheesy but there is literally always a light at the end of the tunnel. We all have a second chance (or third, or fourth) at a new start.