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Crikey. If you'd have sat me in a DeLorean 4 months ago, reached 88mph on a long stretch of road and sent me forward in time by 16 weeks, I'd never have believed what I've been up to.
Long story short - I decided I didn't enjoy my job any more, was going nowhere and needed to move onwards, upwards and even a little sideways. So I decided to apply to Uni. After getting knocked back from my first choice, I was accepted this morning by my 2nd, and go away in September. Yay me.
Long story long - this changes everything. All that I've known for the last 4 years is about to explode and the way I've lived my life is changing almost completely. No more early mornings and late nights, then being too knackered to do anything when I get home. No more spending hundreds of pounds on pointless toot like DVDs, CDs and games. No more letting my brain fester inside my empty jar head. It's all up for revision, and I'm a bit excited.
So, come September I'll be spending the next three years studying Journalism in East London. I'm very happy with the course, and after a quick visit on Saturday am fairly happy with the digs (although they did have a worrying amount of RM Nimbus computers for my liking). Consider that I'm 23 and have lived in the same house (with my parents, natch) since I was born, and you can perhaps see that what might not be too big a deal to you is definitely a big deal for me.
But it also brings forth stress. Whereas the last four years have seen me coasting through life, without particularly having to tax my brain (the only exception I can think of is my driving test and they let any herbert on the road nowadays), now I'm going to have to start thinking for myself and making my own way through life. In the next few weeks I have to... sort out my accommodation for the next year... apply for several jobs, or face up to temping in the meanwhile... apply for a hefty loan... think about selling my car... panic while I realise I can't handle all of this information at once.... it's a mixed bag, but for the first time in ages I'm actually liking what I see further down the road.
And the best thing? I'm not scared by change any more. Someone suggested to me at work today that I go travelling for a bit before I go away, and what would have sounded like a ridiculously complicated and over-ambitious affair a few months ago, now sounds like a fairly reasonable suggestion, although probably not one I'd take up.
The point is, I'm out of my rut. I just learned to bite the bullet, swallow my pride and puke up my fears. Maybe you should do the same.
Long story short - I decided I didn't enjoy my job any more, was going nowhere and needed to move onwards, upwards and even a little sideways. So I decided to apply to Uni. After getting knocked back from my first choice, I was accepted this morning by my 2nd, and go away in September. Yay me.
Long story long - this changes everything. All that I've known for the last 4 years is about to explode and the way I've lived my life is changing almost completely. No more early mornings and late nights, then being too knackered to do anything when I get home. No more spending hundreds of pounds on pointless toot like DVDs, CDs and games. No more letting my brain fester inside my empty jar head. It's all up for revision, and I'm a bit excited.
So, come September I'll be spending the next three years studying Journalism in East London. I'm very happy with the course, and after a quick visit on Saturday am fairly happy with the digs (although they did have a worrying amount of RM Nimbus computers for my liking). Consider that I'm 23 and have lived in the same house (with my parents, natch) since I was born, and you can perhaps see that what might not be too big a deal to you is definitely a big deal for me.
But it also brings forth stress. Whereas the last four years have seen me coasting through life, without particularly having to tax my brain (the only exception I can think of is my driving test and they let any herbert on the road nowadays), now I'm going to have to start thinking for myself and making my own way through life. In the next few weeks I have to... sort out my accommodation for the next year... apply for several jobs, or face up to temping in the meanwhile... apply for a hefty loan... think about selling my car... panic while I realise I can't handle all of this information at once.... it's a mixed bag, but for the first time in ages I'm actually liking what I see further down the road.
And the best thing? I'm not scared by change any more. Someone suggested to me at work today that I go travelling for a bit before I go away, and what would have sounded like a ridiculously complicated and over-ambitious affair a few months ago, now sounds like a fairly reasonable suggestion, although probably not one I'd take up.
The point is, I'm out of my rut. I just learned to bite the bullet, swallow my pride and puke up my fears. Maybe you should do the same.
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Yay Snuggly's got a life!
Just think, now when you take chicks back to yours you won't have to say "Shhhh Marge, my Mum n Dad are in the next room"
;)
(Nic: Always thinking about the important stuff)
Just think, now when you take chicks back to yours you won't have to say "Shhhh Marge, my Mum n Dad are in the next room"
;)
(Nic: Always thinking about the important stuff)
I've just started looking forward to my future too - it's a good place to be in. What with my brother recently leaving to travel the world (a year-long trip) and my other brother about to get a house, it's all go at the moment and many things are changing.
Good luck with your future, I know what it's like living in the same place your whole life, when you've been in that position for so long, many people just never leave. Leaving is good, though, great way to move onto bigger and (hopefully) better things.
Good luck with your future, I know what it's like living in the same place your whole life, when you've been in that position for so long, many people just never leave. Leaving is good, though, great way to move onto bigger and (hopefully) better things.
I'm rather impressed with you getting a place on a Journalism course. I've been looking around at Journalism and creative writing courses and journalism ones are always very limited in the numbers they take (the Leeds uni only offers 38 places for the course). I take it you're either an exceptional blagger or you have rather impressive credentials.
I'm rather petrified of going to uni and moving out and stuff ~ I'm far too reliant on my mum. I can cook though, which could be rather useful. If I am attending Leeds uni I'll be living at home to save money though.
Easyyyyy street :-D
I'm rather petrified of going to uni and moving out and stuff ~ I'm far too reliant on my mum. I can cook though, which could be rather useful. If I am attending Leeds uni I'll be living at home to save money though.
Easyyyyy street :-D
pb wrote:
> Treat it all as an adventure, you're the Indiana Jones of Journalism
> and you may have to fight off some Nazi scum along the way, but the
> reward is worth it.
Heh, I like that. You're the inspiration for my new tagline.
> Treat it all as an adventure, you're the Indiana Jones of Journalism
> and you may have to fight off some Nazi scum along the way, but the
> reward is worth it.
Heh, I like that. You're the inspiration for my new tagline.
Good on you, Snuggly. Don't panic, Uni will be a life changing and life affirming change, you'll find yourself in the deep end come the first few weeks, but pretty soon you'll learn to swim in the sea of Uni life and this sets you up for the ocean.
Treat it all as an adventure, you're the Indiana Jones of Journalism and you may have to fight off some Nazi scum along the way, but the reward is worth it.
Good luck, whatever happens.
Treat it all as an adventure, you're the Indiana Jones of Journalism and you may have to fight off some Nazi scum along the way, but the reward is worth it.
Good luck, whatever happens.
Had no Idea SR worked you so hard :P
Awwww, poor snuggly.
C'mere. Lemme kiss you better...
Awwww, poor snuggly.
C'mere. Lemme kiss you better...
Maybe.
Crikey. If you'd have sat me in a DeLorean 4 months ago, reached 88mph on a long stretch of road and sent me forward in time by 16 weeks, I'd never have believed what I've been up to.
Long story short - I decided I didn't enjoy my job any more, was going nowhere and needed to move onwards, upwards and even a little sideways. So I decided to apply to Uni. After getting knocked back from my first choice, I was accepted this morning by my 2nd, and go away in September. Yay me.
Long story long - this changes everything. All that I've known for the last 4 years is about to explode and the way I've lived my life is changing almost completely. No more early mornings and late nights, then being too knackered to do anything when I get home. No more spending hundreds of pounds on pointless toot like DVDs, CDs and games. No more letting my brain fester inside my empty jar head. It's all up for revision, and I'm a bit excited.
So, come September I'll be spending the next three years studying Journalism in East London. I'm very happy with the course, and after a quick visit on Saturday am fairly happy with the digs (although they did have a worrying amount of RM Nimbus computers for my liking). Consider that I'm 23 and have lived in the same house (with my parents, natch) since I was born, and you can perhaps see that what might not be too big a deal to you is definitely a big deal for me.
But it also brings forth stress. Whereas the last four years have seen me coasting through life, without particularly having to tax my brain (the only exception I can think of is my driving test and they let any herbert on the road nowadays), now I'm going to have to start thinking for myself and making my own way through life. In the next few weeks I have to... sort out my accommodation for the next year... apply for several jobs, or face up to temping in the meanwhile... apply for a hefty loan... think about selling my car... panic while I realise I can't handle all of this information at once.... it's a mixed bag, but for the first time in ages I'm actually liking what I see further down the road.
And the best thing? I'm not scared by change any more. Someone suggested to me at work today that I go travelling for a bit before I go away, and what would have sounded like a ridiculously complicated and over-ambitious affair a few months ago, now sounds like a fairly reasonable suggestion, although probably not one I'd take up.
The point is, I'm out of my rut. I just learned to bite the bullet, swallow my pride and puke up my fears. Maybe you should do the same.
Long story short - I decided I didn't enjoy my job any more, was going nowhere and needed to move onwards, upwards and even a little sideways. So I decided to apply to Uni. After getting knocked back from my first choice, I was accepted this morning by my 2nd, and go away in September. Yay me.
Long story long - this changes everything. All that I've known for the last 4 years is about to explode and the way I've lived my life is changing almost completely. No more early mornings and late nights, then being too knackered to do anything when I get home. No more spending hundreds of pounds on pointless toot like DVDs, CDs and games. No more letting my brain fester inside my empty jar head. It's all up for revision, and I'm a bit excited.
So, come September I'll be spending the next three years studying Journalism in East London. I'm very happy with the course, and after a quick visit on Saturday am fairly happy with the digs (although they did have a worrying amount of RM Nimbus computers for my liking). Consider that I'm 23 and have lived in the same house (with my parents, natch) since I was born, and you can perhaps see that what might not be too big a deal to you is definitely a big deal for me.
But it also brings forth stress. Whereas the last four years have seen me coasting through life, without particularly having to tax my brain (the only exception I can think of is my driving test and they let any herbert on the road nowadays), now I'm going to have to start thinking for myself and making my own way through life. In the next few weeks I have to... sort out my accommodation for the next year... apply for several jobs, or face up to temping in the meanwhile... apply for a hefty loan... think about selling my car... panic while I realise I can't handle all of this information at once.... it's a mixed bag, but for the first time in ages I'm actually liking what I see further down the road.
And the best thing? I'm not scared by change any more. Someone suggested to me at work today that I go travelling for a bit before I go away, and what would have sounded like a ridiculously complicated and over-ambitious affair a few months ago, now sounds like a fairly reasonable suggestion, although probably not one I'd take up.
The point is, I'm out of my rut. I just learned to bite the bullet, swallow my pride and puke up my fears. Maybe you should do the same.
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