Its four months since I graduated and according to my student friends, I’m now a proper adult. Which I disagree with, but seeing as I do pay council tax now, I suppose to an outsider I do look like a proper adult.
It means university can feel like a very long time ago, even though less than six months ago I was still frantically writing my dissertation, hoping that my supervisor was a fan of Harry Potter. Everyone told me I would miss university, and that if I didn’t miss it as soon as I left, I would miss it come October when my Facebook newsfeed was once more full of people moaning about lectures.
As it turns out, I don’t really miss university. I’m surprised as much as you are, seeing how much I did enjoy university. But I can’t express how happy I am to not be in lectures anymore. Don’t get me wrong, learning about cool and interesting things is awesome. But I never have to write an essay about Hitler again and I am so thankful. While starting work was a learning curve, it had practical applications to my life aka being able to do my job and getting paid. I enjoyed so much of what I learnt about at university but unless I was planning to go into academia, it didn’t have any real uses. Except for being boss at German history trivial pursuit.
I do miss having my friends so close, but it appears as if Birmingham’s emitting a siren call and some of my best friends have now moved here. Which works out excellently for me. Though I should probably stop being so busy at weekends to take full advantage of this fact.
I miss how easy it was to go to dancing several times a week, because if it was exhausting, I didn’t have to be up the next day. The whole you must be at work every day thing can be a real drag sometimes. And getting to and from places can be difficult. I’ve not made it to any swing dance classes or socials in Birmingham yet because of, well, various reasons, but not being able to walk from my house is one of the big ones.
So yes, university was great, and there were some perks to it that you just can’t get when you’re not at uni. But being a proper adult is shaping up to be pretty great too.