Final year as you may have guessed, has been harder than I thought. Which is why I thought I'd enlighten you to some new discoveries I have made since being one of those coffee addicted zombie students. I make it sound appealing, don't I?
1. You start to think you should just move into the library. I have been on my game these past few weeks with my library hours, and pretty productive too. But then I notice that six hours have passed since I first arrived and I suddenly wish that Boots library had a nap room.
2. You get too familiar. Here's an story: Last week I was in the library and sat next to this guy, I didn't know him or even speak to him. He was there for about three hours and I became so used to him being sat there, the minute he got up to leave, I asked him to put my Starbucks cup in the bin for me. He kindly obliged, but I probably looked insane so he had no choice. If this was you, I'm sorry, I don't usually make strangers do things for me. Promise.
3. Your housemates are VITAL. I have walked into our living room with mascara down my face from both losing the will to live and a hangover and my housemates have not batted an eyelid. I had a green facemask on and not one took a photo. Last week during my fortnightly breakdown, they were the coolest people ever and let me stay up to watch scary programmes with Kevin Bacon in. They are a salvation. Treasure them. Especially if they rap along to Lose Yourself by Eminem with you.
4. Suddenly, the idea of being in the library on a Sunday isn't "bloody mental" but something you find yourself doing. I mean, it's quiet, I have my pick of the computers on the fourth floor and I feel a little more relaxed about working. Who am I and what have I done with Hope Cassie-Sheward?
5. Work playlists have become my favourite procrastination-hidden as productive pastime. Seriously, I have perfected the meticulous art of the Spotify playlist. I like to think it's helping my productivity, but we all know it's to drown out the sound of the printer and FOURTH FLOOR lift announcement going off every three minutes. Hey, whatever gives me more time to listen to Swedish electro music and Dolly Parton, man.
6. Your lecturers become quite honestly the most valuable people ever. They'll listen, give advice, help, recommendations and if you tear up in front of them, they almost appreciate just how much this year means to you. Then they'll crack a joke, you'll feel better about life and tell your friends just how much you flippin' love your lecturers.
7. Say "YES" to every opportunity outside of uni life. So much of your time becomes devoured by the Harvard referencing system, library loans (maybe just me) and trying to do your best that you forget to relax. So if your friend asks you to a flamenco evening, a few quiet drinks or the pub quiz, take a minute to yourself and go "YES PLEASE WHERE'S THE WINE?". It's important. So's the wine. Go on ya wily fox, get out there once in a while. Or watch Take Me Out. Equally important.
8. Keep it up. For me, it's super motivating to be sat in a library. I'll have my headphones in, coffee and books everywhere and I feel a little bit like a budget Carrie Bradshaw, minus you know, the screwed up love life, designer shoes and smoking habit. It also makes for a cool Instagram photo that people will admire and think "this is a chick/dude who has their life together, wow" and even if you don't, you soon will.
9. I'm really enjoying it. Yes, I've spent this entire post moaning about how DEPRESSING and HORRIFYING my final year is, but the more I think about it, the more I want to handcuff myself to the revolving door of the SU because I am far too young to graduate and too little to go out into the big wide world and try and be a functioning adult. It's going too quick, I am almost 22 and not enough like Taylor Swift for my own liking.
10. More work means more "I've done a lot, I deserve a treat" time spent in Topshop and record shops. As bad as this is for my bank balance, if you read my Spanish blog about how happy spending money makes me - I sound like I have a problem - you'll know this is a salvation. Hurrah for Rough Trade and student loans. Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah.
How are you coping with your final year?
Cheerio,
Hope x
5. Work playlists have become my favourite procrastination-hidden as productive pastime. Seriously, I have perfected the meticulous art of the Spotify playlist. I like to think it's helping my productivity, but we all know it's to drown out the sound of the printer and FOURTH FLOOR lift announcement going off every three minutes. Hey, whatever gives me more time to listen to Swedish electro music and Dolly Parton, man.
6. Your lecturers become quite honestly the most valuable people ever. They'll listen, give advice, help, recommendations and if you tear up in front of them, they almost appreciate just how much this year means to you. Then they'll crack a joke, you'll feel better about life and tell your friends just how much you flippin' love your lecturers.
7. Say "YES" to every opportunity outside of uni life. So much of your time becomes devoured by the Harvard referencing system, library loans (maybe just me) and trying to do your best that you forget to relax. So if your friend asks you to a flamenco evening, a few quiet drinks or the pub quiz, take a minute to yourself and go "YES PLEASE WHERE'S THE WINE?". It's important. So's the wine. Go on ya wily fox, get out there once in a while. Or watch Take Me Out. Equally important.
8. Keep it up. For me, it's super motivating to be sat in a library. I'll have my headphones in, coffee and books everywhere and I feel a little bit like a budget Carrie Bradshaw, minus you know, the screwed up love life, designer shoes and smoking habit. It also makes for a cool Instagram photo that people will admire and think "this is a chick/dude who has their life together, wow" and even if you don't, you soon will.
9. I'm really enjoying it. Yes, I've spent this entire post moaning about how DEPRESSING and HORRIFYING my final year is, but the more I think about it, the more I want to handcuff myself to the revolving door of the SU because I am far too young to graduate and too little to go out into the big wide world and try and be a functioning adult. It's going too quick, I am almost 22 and not enough like Taylor Swift for my own liking.
10. More work means more "I've done a lot, I deserve a treat" time spent in Topshop and record shops. As bad as this is for my bank balance, if you read my Spanish blog about how happy spending money makes me - I sound like I have a problem - you'll know this is a salvation. Hurrah for Rough Trade and student loans. Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah.
How are you coping with your final year?
Cheerio,
Hope x
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