I thrive off lists & plans & schedules & diaries. I can’t imagine organising something without first putting it in the diary, making a list of the things I need to do before it/for it/after it and making an in-depth schedule of what I’m going to do with my time.
It is a smidge borderline obsessive but trying to balance friends/family/university/The Monday Project/other projects can be a bit OTT at times so I rely on my paper based mechanisms to keep things looking snazzy and me not having a breakdown.
University can (is) very blinkin’ hard at times. It can be overwhelming and distressing and OTT. It can make you cry or want to tear your hair out or remain under a blanket watching Netflix for the rest of your existence. Coming to university and studying is one of the hardest things I’ve done and well, it doesn’t get any easier as the years go on despite you becoming more of an old hand at it.
Organisation is key to me being able to operate at uni as I’m always trying to do several things at once whilst also doing nothing at all, if that makes any sense? I’ve really been struggling in the last few weeks as deadlines have slowly filtered in and I’m panicking big time about everything.
This is my second blog titled What’s In My Bag | Uni Edition so I think we can give me a round of applause for creativity. Truth to be told, I wasn’t sure what else to call it. Maybe Uni 2? But that sounded even more lame. Anyway, it’s a look inside a student’s bag.
I’ve added a few new bits since last time I posted this. It’s a new academic year, I’m now in my third year of a four year degree, I have less class time but more work so obviously I had to switch things up.
I think coming to university, the most important think you need, without a single shred of doubt, is a back pack. You will be lugging around a lot at times and in Glasgow, it rains, so a tote bag is going to do you no good when carrying books and your laptops. You don’t want them to be soggy.
Crikey, I really can’t believe that I’m back in Glasgow for another academic year. I am starting third year, junior honours, I’m more than half way through my degree. I can’t quite believe it to be honest. It is blinkin’ exciting and terrifying all at the same time. One of the good things about university aside from the ginormous three month break over the summer (seriously, how I am going to cope when this isn’t a thing for me anymore?) is having the chance to start afresh when heading back.
I have started my third year of my university degree. I started junior honours, grades actually count now, I chose these courses because they interested me, my degree just got hella relevant. Well, I mean it has always been relevant but everything feels very amped up right now and I just want to curl up in bed and watch Suits on my iPad.
I’m writing this up on a Sunday morning, my last one at home for a while after the dreamiest of summers in the Scottish Borders, before heading back to Glasgow to start my third year at university. I can’t quite believe it was two years ago when I first moved there to start my studies, two years ago since I met people who shaped me, two years since I became a bit more independent, two years since I left the slow countryside life for a little while.
University is hard, it is scary, it is daunting. It is everything you’ve thought it would be and more. No experience is exactly alike to another, everyone has a different unique journey. You have to be prepared to be unprepared, prepared to be flexible, to change. I’ve come quite a long way since I first stepped into my student accommodation two years ago, sometimes forwards, sometimes backwards but I wouldn’t change anything, good or bad, in a second.