So after almost three whole years of undergrad … I’m finished. I would say that it has been stressful but honestly my degree has probably been the least stressful thing in my life these past few years. Despite that though, I still expected to feel some sort of relief at handing in my final dissertation, but I didn’t. I felt kind of the opposite. I keep trying to make myself feel relaxed and relieved but I end up making myself more stressed out because I have absolutely nothing to do except think about the endless decisions and the abyss of unknown I’ve just entered!
I feel a bit empty about it, I mean, it’s been three years of building up to this but it’s a bit of an anti-climax because theres no certain next step. I’m not leaving uni to go straight into a full time job and when I finished in May I still wasn’t 100% sure I wanted to carry on with fully time study. So handing in my final dissertation felt like missing the bottom step of the stairs. I felt nothing but also everything at once. I was sad that my degree was over yet I was excited that I was *technically* free from academic commitments. I’m sure that I’m not the only one that is kind of gutted uni is over. I’ve loved living in York and Grenoble, I felt more at home and at ease in these places than I ever did in my actual hometown (sorry mum and dad!). I’ve met some incredible and interesting people and I’ve had opportunities that I’d never had before nor will ever have again. But that’s exactly it. I’ll never get to have these same opportunities again. When else will it be socially acceptable to be dragged through your flat in a shopping trolley tied to an old climbing rope? When else will there be time to individually pin baked beans to a pin board (hopefully never because I don’t ever want to do that again!)?
I worried for months that when uni ended, me and my friends would all drift apart and never even talk let alone see each other again. In fact I got so nervous about it that I ended up causing a stupid and petty argument with two of my friends on the last day of uni. All because I had this too high expectation that the last day of uni was going to be this perfect, Hollywood-esque, emotional day but it wasn’t and we were all too emotionally exhausted from uni to even try to make it that way. I thought about that argument a couple of days later and concluded that I probably started it to push them away and make it easier to say goodbye but if anything it did the exact opposite. How can you say bye to someone knowing that you’ve upset them?
For a little while I wished I’d gone to a uni that did 4-year-long MFL degrees instead of 3 like my uni, because at least then I could have had 2 years back to back in the same place with the same people and I could have prolonged my immaturity by at least a year (lol who am I kidding it’ll be another ten years before I’m mature). But actually, even if it has felt like it’s gone scarily fast like everyone told me it would, I’m glad it was only three years, because now I’m staying in York an extra year and it doesn’t feel like I’m trapped here like everyone else has been saying they felt at the end of their degree. I’ll probably feel that way at the end of my post-grad next year but then it’ll be time served and I can move on to (metaphorically) bigger and better places.
Oh, and for those of you wondering, I just signed the next year of my life away to being a trainee teacher. Pray for me. xoxo