The Nostalgia of a University Christmas.
Christmas 2013 was my first Christmas out of any sort of education. This time last year I was rushing around, trying to finish a rough first draft of my dissertation, scouring the internet and local libraries for any extra sources I could find to bulk up my research. On top of that, there was also several other essays to write and a broken boiler to get fixed. Stress levels were high.
This Christmas, I pottered about, ate lots of chocolate and occasionally did some work at my retail job. I could actually sleep at night instead of laying in bed wide eyed and berating myself for sleeping instead of being at the library studying. There were occasional incidents when I woke up, covered in sweat and breathing heavily because I’d thought I’d forgot to write an essay which was due in the few hours, only to realise that the picture of me in my cap and gown on the wall meant that I’d already wrote that essay quite possibly months or years before.
Although this winter has been remarkably stress free, I find myself missing that constant nervous excitement that I had lived on for the past three years whilst at University. I reminisce about all-nighters at the library, the nervous wait for grades to come up on BlackBoard, overdue library books; so many things that current students hate begin to envelope themselves in a fuzzy state of nostalgia once you graduate. I stare longingly at postgraduate courses, hoping that one day I might be able to fund that feeling once more.
I suppose that my advice to currents students is this: Although you may want to tear your hair out and cry in a corner somewhere now, there will come a time when most of you will look upon your time at University and think, “you know, I could do that all again.”