November 27, 2015, by Charlie Porter
Abstract Thoughts of a Third Year
- The ‘any plans after uni’ question makes me realise I still don’t know what I’m doing with my life.
- Telling someone I’m in third year isn’t as sexy as it sounds. “I’m a Fresher” suggests freedom, copious nights out on the town, and a general endeavour for fun. Second years allude mysteriousness: living in Lenton has exposed them to a different kind of life and yes, while their grades actually count this year, don’t underestimate their ability to party. “I’m a third year“, however, signifies a caffeinated emotional breakdown waiting to happen.
- How useful Careers and Employability Services is, and how I really should have started using it in second year.
- Drinking is not as fun as it used to be. I walk down the alcohol aisle and see each bottle as a flashback to a nightmare, rather than a ticket to a good time. I spend my pre-drinks crying my way through a £4.50 bottle of Rosé while the first and second years laugh and sing gaily around me; and no, I really don’t-like-to-drink-with-third-years, despite being any form of ‘mate’.
- By signing up to as many job-related websites and making a LinkedIn Profile I believe I will somehow get employed.
- I’ve been to Ocean so many times to know that Breaking Free will shortly come on after the Abba-attack.
- As this year is my last year as a student before I fly the nest and venture into the world of adulthood, hoping to discover my path to success, it will also be my last year to use the student meal-deal in McDonalds.
Having been gone through third year and studying, advice and thoughts like these would have helped immensely. Definitely start the year planning ahead on what internship you can take on your 4th year. Thank you.