All us final years will understand the struggles we are facing as we come up to the last couple of months of university. Firstly, we don’t want it to end as its been the best few years ever, but secondly we want it to end because the workload and being skint is getting too much.
Deadlines, Deadlines, Deadlines.
Deadlines, deadlines and more deadlines. Not only do you have the stress of a dissertation, you also have many other essays and exams to revise for.
The dreaded reality of unemployment.
The question “what are your plans after uni?” is one you will hear at least once a day. You will apply for 100’s of jobs and be lucky if you even get one reply. It’s the most stressful time.
Less time for partying.
Having to refuse nights out because you have numerous assignments, yet in other years this was never a problem.
The amount of “last times” of doing things.
Suddenly you’re becoming sad over writing your last essay, or going on your last night. Everything is about the change.
The very word makes me shiver. The deadline comes around so quick, and writing 10’000 words or more sounds daunting, but believe me, we can all do it.
You begin to feel old.
Were we really that young in first year? Were we that embarrassing on nights out? We didn’t have a care in the world.
The addiction to coffee.
I never used to like coffee and then I came to uni and all of a sudden wish I had an unlimited supply of it. Thank you for being there for us when we needed you most.
Can you guys think of anything else? We can all get through final year together!