I’m sat writing this blog post in my final year student house, with four major deadlines coming up over the next month and a half while applying for a masters degree and trying to get as much work experience as I can before I leave. That’s a hell of a lot of pressure for a twenty-year-old to feel.
I remember moving into my first-year accommodation and being absolutely terrified, and later that week being in the introductory lecture for my degree and thinking ‘oh my God I’m not going to be able to do this.’ It genuinely feels like it could have happened last week.
Two and a half years later, I’m munching my way through a packet of Oreos – way too quickly – and wondering if other final year university students feel the same way as me. Any and all reassurance is more than welcome.
