Ah decisions, decisions. Without meaning to sound cheesy or bombard you with clichés, decisions make the world go round. Whether they be big decisions, (i.e. political) or rather smaller ones (i.e. what to wear out tonight?) we come into contact with them every single day. Most carry little importance and come and go pretty swiftly; others can linger and often have no easy conclusion, especially when it comes to deciding your future. To go to University or not? If yes; where and to study what? If not, what do I want to do as a career? The tough nature of these somewhat life changing decisions means that when we get them right, we feel deeply satisfied...almost smug. Like you’ve got on up on the big guy upstairs. To put it into context, this is exactly how I’m feeling at the moment. Student life is great and I’m delighted I chose to enter into it. Not only that, I’m incredibly pleased and satisfied with Portsmouth; as a place and a University. When I came back from travelling I was immediately struck down by the contagious travellers bug. The symptoms are heavy and include a depressive feeling along with the ever nagging urge to get on the next plane and continue where you left off. So when I had to choose between University and work (to raise funds for another trip) I was left confused and a little lost. After much consideration I chose Uni and the rest, as they say, is history.
It was a real case of ‘the fork in the road’ situation (cliché #2). Two decisions, both of which present a strong case for itself. However, it’s not to say that either of the decisions is wrong. If it appears wrong at first, it will normally work itself out and lower you down carefully, back on to the right track. The same way a Tom Tom sat nav does if you miss the turning (minus the patronising female voice.) A quick recalculation and your back on the road to your unknown destination.
The truth is none of us have a clue about what we’re meant to do. There’s no handbook or tour guide to keep you on the straight and narrow, it’s all down to you; which makes for an interesting ride.
Back on to the subject of Uni life and we’re now into the real deal. Lectures have started and the honeymoon period is beginning to wear off. I’m not saying it’s become less fun, just that everyone is beginning to come to terms with the fact that Fresher’s week/fortnight does eventually end and ‘shock,’ we actually have to work. From the first ‘proper’ week I have quickly realised that shorthand will eventually be the death of me, however ‘handy’ it will be at some point in my career.
On Friday I have a job interview which, fingers crossed, will have a positive outcome and I can start to move out of the Tesco value isle and into a more edible world. Last week I told you that I was ecstatic as I had received my student loan. Well all that is now a distant memory as Halls’ rent chewed it all up and failed to spit it back out. Tragic. It’s okay though, that is what an overdrafts for (so I’m told).
Any regular readers will be shocked that I have managed to follow the standards set by the title of this blog and update it on a weekly basis...there’s a first time for everything (cliché #3).
That’s me done for now, if good habits are kept to then I’ll be back next week....tune in. Over and out...x
p.s. Big shout out to James Watson A-Team (they made me do it, honest).
