Sat procrastinating, reflecting on the past nearly 3 years at uni.
To say I disliked first year would be an understatement. Yes, I’m going to be brutally honest about myself and other people. I behaved in a way I hated, and I’m angry at myself for having done so. I did things completely out of character to impress people who I didn’t like and who, quite frankly, weren’t worth it. Some people I met I like and I’m still friends with, but a lot of the people just weren’t my usual crowd and I changed in ways I wish I didn’t to suit the environment I was in with them.
Since then, I’ve grown as a person (cliche, I know). I’ve done more changing in the time I’ve been here and I’ve learnt a lot about myself and other people. I know who I can trust and who I can call my friends, and this final year has been much happier for me. I’d even go as far as to say I’m the happiest I’ve been since before I started uni, and I’m happy with the person I’ve become even if getting here was shit at times.
Here’s to moving forward.
Life is unreal right now
I did another blog post. A little pedantic and rambley, yes, but hey, ho!
It seems as though I can write everything apart from my dissertation at the moment.
My laptop if full of random little paragraphs of writing that I either do in my spare time or that I did for seminars in my first and second years. I might expand on some of them one day and turn them in to something, but right now I really need to stop distracting myself.
Went to Paignton Zoo with Sam.
You could walk right up to the Lemurs. It was great :D
Hit writer’s block on my dissertation so entertaining myself by taking selfies.
I can’t even…