Bit of a dreary title, but I’m nothing if not dramatic. What I mean by ‘the beginning of the end’, is that this week is my first week of my last year at University. Hence, the end being near! I feel the dramatic tone is justifiable, more because I actually have no idea where the time has gone and how I have now become a scary Third Year. Seems a kind of weird, grown up term that applies to people who know what the hell they are doing with their life.
I can safely say that I have NO idea what I am doing, or what I want to be doing but what I have found out is that no other third year I know has it together either, and if there is any third year that does have it together then I would love to meet you! Please. Teach me your ways.
So I guess the point of this rambling is to actually say that even though the thought of going to uni this week has been petrifying, it is a milestone, and I think we all deserve a lovely pat on the back for making it this far! Woo, go us! I’ve got an exciting year ahead and I’m hoping I’m going to be able to keep a sane head on my shoulders and limit the existential crisis’ to maybe two times per semester. We will try.
In the meantime, The Winchester Wolves Dance Squad is back in action and under new management – myself and Ellen. We’ve had our auditions for the new members and we’re adjusting to having this new responsibility but I can’t wait to get into it properly. We are going to have such a good year! As well as the Wolves, there’s all the scary stuff to think about like dissertation, assignments, trying to get work experience. Safe to say, I’m not going to underestimate how much work this year will be, or how fun it will be!
I remember first moving to Winchester and never dreaming this time would come. But here we are, the beginning of the end.