Since I started University I’ve been learning a lot more about myself. I know there are so many cliche “Best years of your life” talks and countless coming of age University movies, and honestly I can see why because they really are years where you grow as a person. However, the lessons you take to get that growth aren’t always easy ones. I thought I’d talk about the most difficult lesson I’ve learnt at University so far.
The idea for this post was actually from Nikki over at her daring thoughts as she asked me if I wanted to do a collab with her. I jumped at the idea – firstly because Nikki is absolutely amazing and her blog is really brave, talking about mental health, personal stories and so much more, and secondly because it sounded like a really great subject to talk about. Nikki is writing about the most difficult lesson that she’s learnt at University so far, so check out Nikki’s post here once you’ve read mine!
I went into University not quite knowing what to expect. I’d seen all the movies and TV shows and I knew that it obviously wouldn’t be just like that, but I still wasn’t all to sure what would happen. Despite being incredibly orientated around my family and friends, I’m actually quite independent, so I wasn’t too worried about moving away from home. However, the hardest lesson I’ve learnt so far is that you really are in it alone.
I don’t think I ever truly felt what it’s like to be “alone” until I got to University. Don’t get me wrong, there were people around; I had flatmates and friends and other friends and family on the phone if I needed someone, but at times it still felt sort of… empty. It’s in no way a constant feeling, but it’s one that hits from time to time that I’d never felt until I started University. Every so often, try as I might to prevent them, I have bad mental health days where all I want to do is lie in my room and disassociate from everything. However, the difference was that when I was at home I had my mum, dad and sister always checking on me so sooner or later I’d be pulled out of funk. Yes, whilst I’m at Uni I am fortunate enough to have flatmates that care about me enough to check on me if I haven’t crawled out of my room for more than 24 hours, but it’s much easier to pretend you’re okay to people that have only known you for a couple of years.
However, this feeling of doing everything on my own doesn’t stop at mental health – I knew University was going to be independent, but I don’t think I truly realised that I’m almost entirely alone. As an English and Philosophy student I have 7 hours with a tutor a week, 3 of which are lectures, so are incredibly impersonal. If you want to do well, you literally have to do everything by yourself. I never expected to be spoon fed, but I also didn’t realise how easy it is to fall behind when you’re sick, or the ridiculous amount of effort you have to put in to get those really high grades. I’m not complaining at all – I’m very grateful to be where I am, and I’ve always been one to rise to a challenge… I just didn’t quite realise how challenging it would be.
I knew I could never be fully prepared for University. I knew that I’d have to face obstacles. But I would have never predicted which obstacles would affect me the most. The good thing is, I’m getting better at overcoming them.
I hope you enjoyed this – and thanks so much to Nikki from Her Daring Thoughts for collaborating with me on this post! Head over to Nikki’s blog to hear all about the hardest Uni lesson she’s had to learn so far:
Are you at Uni? What’s the hardest lesson you’ve had to learn at Uni/in life? Let me know!
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Hey, I'm Jasmine Burke. A girl in her twenties fresh out of Uni that's trying to write in any way that she can. I go under the branch of "lifestyle" but honestly, you can find pretty much anything on here.
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