Thoughts: Back To Uni

Today marked the return of my daily student grind. I am not a person who enjoys my course, but I don't know what I'd be doing with my life if I wasn't there. I think my biggest problem, besides the fact that my course is poorly structured, is that I have never felt valued or supported from the staff members. Although I have my own music website that also produces monthly magazines, it seems to be more of a curse rather than a blessing, and in some cases I've suffered more for doing my own work outside of the education period. So when I started my first day of my final year today, I really didn't go in with high hopes. I'd made a mental note of everything that could have gone wrong, expecting it to and to my surprise it didn't. 

Half way through the day one of my lecturers boldly asked: "So who still want's to be a journalist?", and a mere three out of thirty students raised their hands. I was one of the 26 other people, and I didn't know whether to feel proud in the sense that I wasn't alone or to feel disappointed that our course had driven us to this. The biggest surprise of the day however was when the same lecturer then didn't tell us to leave, go on to lecture us on what we were doing wrong or how he would steer us on the right path but instead he said he understood, and that it was okay if we didn't want to do this anymore. He said he hoped he could help identify our strengths as people, and work on our weaknesses, and that he would try to help us get to where we wanted to be - even if we didn't quite know where that was. For the first time in three years, I have felt comfortable at university, and the fact that he took an interest in everyone's blogs and extra curricular activities speaks volumes. Maybe I can take something positive away from my final year after all.

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