The finish line is in sight. The end of uni is final upon me. Is there a sense of trepidation in the air? Maybe ever so slightly. University has been an amazing experience but I am starting to look forward to normal life. I’m looking forward to having a normal day where I start at a normal time – I never thought I would be looking forward to a 9-5 but I am, kind of.
Being a student is great, you can go out on a Tuesday night and spend the rest of the week hungover because you have a 5 day weekend and only 4,000 words to write but hey who wants to read your essay about Napoleon? But there is only so much of that that one person can do. I’m looking forward to the regular weekends where you plan stuff to do like cute little day trips and brunch where you don’t just end up in your pyjamas for the entirety of Sunday binge watching Cutthroat Kitchen. Sure having the freedom that you do during university is great and there are many benefits to having so much free time however I’m not sure how many crazy week nights out I can manage anymore.
I looked around my university just under 3 years ago and I can honestly say that it has been three of the best years of my life. It has not been without its ups and downs but I think my student life has prepared me for the struggles ahead, at least I hope so. Taking round prospective students yesterday made me feel nostalgic for the time when I was in awe of this magnificent city that I now know so well. Even though I’m frantically finishing essays and filling out job applications I’m trying my hardest to enjoy every last minute of my final term of formal education, though I can’t help feeling that Paris will never stop being an education.