A few
years ago – more than I would like to admit even to myself as then the reality
of my aging would really hit me – I went to University and soon dropped out.
During my
A-levels the time came to consider my future. In all honesty I did not have a
clue what I wanted to do. Having made a success of my education so far, getting
good grades and enjoying doing so I naturally leaned towards carrying on my
education by going to university. As I wasn’t sure what ‘career’ I wanted to
follow I really struggled on deciding what course to choose.
Whilst I loved
art and seemed to have a natural flare for it I let myself be drawn away from
choosing an art course as I sadly had a number of people subtly suggest that it
would not lead to a proper job. Even though my mum encouraged my art I ignored
her support and felt pressured by teacher’s and career advisors to choose a
more reliable course (their opinions I might add and definitely not mine now).
Having always
loved children I decided that teaching would be ideal for me. With my aspiring
career finally chosen I applied for teacher training courses for primary aged
children. After viewing, applying to and being offered a place in a number of
different universities in Wales I eventually chose a university not far from
home.
The first
term of university was a mixed bag of feelings for me.
Whilst on
the one hand I loved the learning and prospect of becoming a teacher I felt a like
a fish out of water and the pressure of being a good student and a future good
teacher too much.
The university
and course I chose was also the same one that a number of my friends from school
chose. As a number of my friends were also on the same course I was fortunate
enough to already have friends at university. Whilst it was great to have old friends
at university, it was different from our time at school. I found we all soon
drifted apart, our group of school friends was no longer a group. My friends
were no longer as friendly with each other and found other friends. I found
myself still friends with everyone and drifting from group to group but not
really firm friends with anyone in particular and not really making new strong
friendships. I don’t think it helped that I had chosen to travel to university
from home where I had recently set up home with my then boyfriend rather than
live on campus as my school friends had chosen to do.