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.
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