You step into uni on the first day full of excitement…
…And by the end of first year you think you have this whole ‘being an adult’ thing nailed.
Second year feels like you have more work than is physically possible to do (which, in hindsight, is so not true), but you somehow complete it without too much effort.
At the start of third year, you promise you’ll get yourself organised and stay on top of everything.
But you end up spending your days in the library like this:
But hopefully by the end of the year, it has all been worth it because you finish with your degree in hand (I’ll confirm if this one is true once I finish uni in July!)
Until next time…