I’m about to start my first year of university, and I’m starting to wonder about what’s going to happen when I get there. These thoughts especially enter my mind when prompted by family members who are bewildered by the whole idea themselves, as they chose to go straight to work at the tender age of sixteen.
Here’s what I’m expecting from the university experience.
To Experience Student Poverty
Many jokes have been made in my family about living off Lidl Baked Beans and cheap bottles of cider that have the distinct taste of sugary bleach brewed from a questionable source. I fully expect to
live on rations and give up brand name products for the next three years. In fact three months in I'll probably be FaceTiming appeals to my family to donate just £5 a month to save me from starvation.
To Find Myself
I didn't go on a gap yah to the jungles of Thailand or embark on a humanitarian mission vaccinating orphans in the Sudan like some of my peers so I'm expecting to undertake this crucial phase at university.
So who will I be without the influence of my family and friends? Hopefully someone who doesn't let her washing up pile up on the kitchen counters in halls.
To Get Lost
Directions are definitely not my strong point. I've lived in the same area for nearly twenty years and still I need a SatNav to drive from one end to the other. I'm expecting to be completely and utterly lost just on campus, let alone in the city of Southampton. Hopefully I won't end up sitting in a Physics lecture because I’m too mortified to get up and go to my History lecture down the hall.
To Develop an Even More Unhealthy Relationship With Netflix
There's quite a lot of free time to be enjoyed between contact hours at university and it’s no secret that my binge watching ability knows no bounds. By the time the Netflix app had notified me that Orange Is The New Black season three had aired, I'd unashamedly finished all thirteen episodes. Future flatmates, please don't be alarmed, just slide a biscuit under the door every couple of hours.
To Become an Adult
Technically I'm an already an adult. I can cook, I can iron (albeit poorly) but things like Tax returns, Short Term Tenancy Agreements and buying the right cleaning products escape me. Without the guidance of my parents I'll inevitably have to sink or swim in the murky waters of adulthood, although I hope it's the latter and I'll get to the level where I'll be able to ring up and book appointments by myself.
To Gain Strong Political Beliefs
I take a mild interest in politics; during the election I mocked the hapless Ed Miliband, bitterly remembered Nick Clegg’s tuition fee U-turn and dreaded the eventual Tory majority and what it would bring for students.
But I've never whole heartedly felt any draw to any political party, so I hope university will change that with the various student parties, grassroots demonstrations and protests. I just hope my political epiphany won't involve just talking about ‘the man’, man.