Speaking from the perspective of a oh-so-very mature graduate, I have the ultimate advice for you.
I’m being sincerely serious, there is much to be achieved before you flip the final bird to assignment deadlines and flatmate drama. Both of which I have successfully survived, though it took much gin and a lot of rewatching Twilight films.
Because as awkward as the adolescent can be, we’ll never be as bad as Bella Swan. You’re welcome, for reminding you of that.
Okay, so you need to do everything. You need to sing your heart out at karaoke at Kilted at least three times. You need to try the purple rain pitchers at Spoons because that’s basically juice. You need to let your flatmate convince you to sit in Kings Park on a sunny day with ice cream bought from the famous van.
There’s more because this is university: there’s always more. No matter what year you’re in, you need to face drama. Doesn’t matter if it’s yours or not: you’ll hear about it. There will be a lot of fun firsts and bittersweet goodbyes to those who you love but need to let go of.
My advice? Let yourself feel everything, just not all at once. If you’re about to start your dissertation then goddamn Godspeed to you, baby. If you’re a first-year then the word ‘dissertation’ shouldn’t even be in your mind.
Go back to flat parties and grabbing all the freebies at Freshers Week.
Did I do it all? Yeah, all the things I mentioned. Except I didn’t do it all, which is why I’m telling you to. There’s so much stuff I wish I did more of, I wish I went to more Freshers events. Sure, I saw the Venga Boys, but I missed every one of those paint parties.
I didn’t even care for them at the time, but I do now: major FOMO.
It’s sad times saying goodbye to what has been my life for four years: this will be my last time in a Brig print edition. Devastating. Speaking of, sample all the societies until you find a flavour that fits your taste, trust me, there’s something for everyone here.
And you’ll find your place, maybe not at first but it will happen. It always does, just in your own time. Trust me, you’re going to be okay.
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