Many of us are now in our third and final year at good old UoN and to be perfectly honest everyone has started to lose the plot a bit, so if you see anyone walking around campus with a crazed look on their face, that’s probably one of us.
On top of the more obvious reasons for insanity; the increased pressure to do well academically, and the added frantic search for grad jobs, or internships, or ANYTHING to do once we have been booted out of our favourite Lenton-shaped bubble; everyone seems to have taken a sudden interest in the long list of exciting extra-curricular activities.
During our final year, the absolute best use of our time is to start burrowing into this SU list with such vigour that, if this were a list of academic journals, our dissertation supervisors would be glowing with pride
We are all well aware that we probably should have delved into the wonderful world of the SU back in that carefree first year when all we needed was that sweet 40%, but the thing is, all we really cared about was spinning our tops around our heads in Ocean and making friends with absolutely everyone, from our new flatmates to the woman in the toilets in Crisis. Instead we have made the highly intelligent decision that now, during our terrifyingly important final year, the absolute best use of our time is to start burrowing into this SU list with such vigour that, if this were a list of academic journals, our dissertation supervisors would be glowing with pride.
All we have really done for the past two years in stand in endless queues to get into clubs and stuff our faces with cheesy chips
The sheer terror felt at the impending inevitable doom of being thrown head first into the big bad world, combined with the realisation that all we have really done for the past two years is stand in endless queues to get into clubs and stuff our faces with cheesy chips, has sent us all into a collective mad panic. Our somewhat desperate attempts to make the most of our time left has meant that most of us third years have now tragically fallen into one of these groups:
- There are those who have joined every society they ever wanted to in first year (and some they have never wanted to join, and probably still don’t really want to).
- Those who have suddenly decided that they actually do want more than that one singular friend on their course and have subsequently been that first keen person to click attending on the Facebook events for their course’s society socials.
- Those who chain smoked for the first two years and are now quitting to join the team of a beloved sport they used to play pre-freshers flu.
- Those who have frantically joined the gym in a frenzied attempt to reclaim their now alcohol and fast food filled bodies.
- Those who decided they actually didn’t go out enough in first and second year and can now most commonly be found lurking in darkened a corner of stealth.
- And then there’s me, who has started writing for Impact, despite having countless books to read and a big, fat dissertation to write.
If you do not fall into one of these categories then you must be one of the lucky ones who is off gallivanting around some glorious section of the world on your year abroad doing god knows what (not that I’m at all bitter). But do not even worry, you have all of this to look forward to next year!