Uni Life.

I am a creative writer. As so, i must be creative at all times. At all costs
Every situation i find myself in, i tend to analyse. I seem to be more observing than
actually particpating.
As a performer it feels as though these days i have been seated within the audience and
asked to watch the performance.

Dreams unaccomplished?
I filled out a blog yesterday with a friend and she asked me how would i describe my life in
one word.
I answered with unfulfilled. We are first year students and as so we are excited by the dreams of
others, we are filled with considerate thoughts of prospectful futures but when the glass it half full it is always half empty. We never tend to address the chances we tread on egg shells around. Failure.


University first years

We bring suitcased memories and sentimental objects into our new rooms.
We say goodbye and hovver inbetween the past which we know so well and the future that we are slightly afraid of.
We sit on our plastic matresses and (with cliche) look around and sigh.
These are the first moments of university life, the rest comes within a blurred memory and we come to the realisation that we could be working harder yet the idea of securing a social identity, supporting ourselves financially and pleasing others is so appealing compared to what is most important.
We so easily lose sight of our priority.

And what did we want from university compared to what we got?

Remember how you asked for something for christmas and then you would get the second best thing you wanted, perhaps...a tamagotchi? Only to find you got a bright blue flashing Yo-Yo.
We expected a new way of living life, to meet other students and to please our parents desires and some extent our own.
Right,
But when we embarked on this journey we discovered that it was a road to self discovery. learning how to cope with situations, how to become independant and also...how to leave the past where it belongs. We also learn that we are not doing our degree for anyone else; only ourselves. Because the amount of time we pour into our work, the long hours in the library and the late nights doing assignments cannot be justified within letters home.

What about dismissing the thoughts in our heads and embracing our hearts

Did we think we would love our flatmates,our classmates...the friendly shopkeepers?
Or the sights, the nightlife, the food.
What about real love, happily ever after love?
Did we find it, were we expecting it?
I feel as though univeristy has secretly exceeded my expectations and all the while when i was thinking negativley about work and feeling the hangovers i never realised how the expeirence is changing me.
Its all part of the parcel. It has made me grateful to the people i have around me and to the place where i live.
Luckily, I am a girl in love.
Who'd have thought it?

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