Yep, it’s official. I sat my final exam at the University of Edinburgh and although massively relieved, I feel slightly lost, nostalgic, and more importantly not quite ready to be a real adult – are we ever?
1. The fact that not changing out of your pjs for three days straight is totally acceptable (with the exception of a short trip to Sainsburys for ‘snacks’). You have a deadline, the library is full, and life is just so much better your in sweats and no makeup up.
2. The mid-week boozing. Hive on Tuesday, opal on Wednesday and Silk on a Thursday (and a hangover that sticks around all week end, obviously).
3. The freedom of essentially making your own timetable. And of course, it was totally okay to skip that 9am lecture once in a while by justifying yourself with the “I’ll read over the slides later” coupled with convincing yourself that it would be counterproductive anyway with the “I’m too tired to concentrate” line.
4. The spontaneity, whether it be last minute nights out, impromptu dinner plans, or simply just bunking off studying for an afternoon at the meadows or the pub or even shopping.
5. The student discounts and all the other perks that come with it. How will I live my life without that boosted 20% discount every once in a while? or even that 10% off every Topshop purchase. I’m crying deep inside. Also, student loan, I will miss you ever so dearly.
6. The long summers and the enthusiasm about going back to university in September with your “I’m going to be so organised and study like loads this year” mindset that typically lasts until around week 3.
I’m still coming to terms with the fact that I wont be returning to uni in September, but thats totally cool because its time for a new chapter.
Disclaimer: the photo quality is lacking because I’m the worst blogger and didn’t take my camera to dinner.