WOOHOO!!! Uni Again!
I am so happy!
A few days ago, I received an offer of admission from a university I applied to! I was accepted to the other two I applied to as well, but they were only fallbacks in case I didn’t get into the one I wanted. I was starting to get really worried, because the deadline to accept/decline both of my other offers had passed and I was forced to accept an offer from somewhere else and I still hadn’t heard back from the university I really wanted.
Thankfully, this university accepted me, anyway, and I was allowed to cancel my other acceptance and accept this one!
Now I am laden with financial stress, but I am so happy I’m finally going back to school!
I’ve been job-hunting, applying for student loans, registering for campus tours and applying for residence. I am more than ready to go back to university and get it right this time around. I know it’s going to work this time, because I love the location of the campus, the school and the classes are small and they’re known for treating their students like people instead of numbers, unlike the last hellhole I was stuck in. It was like one giant rat race there. No one cared about each other, everyone was always rush rush rush everywhere and if you couldn’t keep up, oh well. Too bad. You’re just a number to them. I hated it. Having trouble with my relationship didn’t help matters, either, or the fact that the school went on strike.
It’s going to be different this time around, because I don’t have a boyfriend to drag me down or hold me back like the last time and I’m staying FAAAARRRR away from guys while I’m there. No time to deal with all of that crap again.
So, please forgive me if updates to my blog become very scarce come September. I’ll be adjusting to a lot and focused on school. It’ll be the first time I’ve moved out on my own without relatives and I’ll be making all of my own decisions like an adult for the very first time. I’m really excited, but I know it’s not going to be easy to adjust to. I’ve been pampered, sheltered and babied by my family my whole life, but I’m ready to finally grow up and be an adult.
Lexira said,
May 16, 2010 at 4:52 am
I think we’re both very ready to move forward with our lives.
Druelf said,
May 18, 2010 at 1:34 am
Congrats on the Uni Acceptance.
I moved away from home when I was 17 to go to Uni, and it was the best decision I ever made. I had some financial support from my parents, mainly at the start, but I worked three jobs at one point to keep things moving (delivering pizza and tutoring while at uni, an office job when I was on breaks). The Uni I chose was 5 hours drive from home so Mum and Dad weren’t able to just pop over and help me sort things out or make dinner or a cup of tea when I was sick.
I don’t know how different uni is in Canada (I’m Australian) but it should be a very exciting time of personal growth, not just from what you learn in lectures, but from the whole experience. I wouldn’t trade my three years at uni for anything! There were sad lonely times, and times where I wasn’t sure if I fit in, or missed by BF back home, or was worried I wasn’t doing the right degree, or stressed about an assignment, but there were more happy, fun times and its those times you look back on with a smile.
You will probably find that there are other people in a similar situation to you, just finding their feet in the world for the first time. Living on campus is a nice safe way to do that, you’re independent enough that you have to feed yourself (or turn up to meals on time) do your washing, relate to neighbours and pay your bills, but there is usually support around from Student Residential Advisors, and the university itself if you get into trouble, not to mention the friends you will make while you are there.
Something I have also noticed, I grew up in the suburbs of a big city, where a lot of my school friends just went to university as day students (ie, it was just a bit like an extension of high school, show up to class, then leave, no real engagement with the school community, still lived with their parents). In my opinion, the people I know who actually lived on campus are much more ‘grown up’ and have their life and career together (I’m now 26.. so I’m 5 years out of uni) that those who stayed at home with mum and dad.
Just be prepared to never be comfortable living with your parents (long term) again – after three years of living at uni, living with my parents until I could afford my own place was very difficult!