So today I handed in my very last pieces of uni work, I am done (besides graduation). It's a happy feeling. Most people loved their uni experiences, don't get me wrong- I made friends (how apt it was that I handed my last piece of work in and saw my friend Amy there too!) and have memories I can take from that, but they are friendships that forged at being at the right place at the right time. I'm glad I did the whole uni experience, but I'm completely ready to close that chapter and move onto the next.
Somethings I won't miss (to name a few):
# the massive hill from the station to the campus.
# their bad correspondence.
# having to read so many texts and plays in a week.
# the bad smelling pond.
# learning two different referencing systems for my two subjects.
What I'll take with me:
# it's made me stronger
# I live in a flat with Alex, twenty minutes from London.
# the friends I've made.
# that halls were the worst thing ever!
# pasta is what survive on.