A Lesson Learnt?

I'm getting shit at this 'keeping up writing a blog' idea of mine, aren't I? Originally planned as a daily outlet, this is something like my 13th in 4 months or something daft like that. Apologies if the blog wasn't as juicy or as good as you'd expect but chances are if you're reading you know what a boring individual I am so why would my blog be any different? Unless of course you're one of my avid readers from Macedonia or Japan, in which case I say konichiwa, or whatever happens to be Macedonian for hello. But I finally have something worthwhile writing about.

Today, we had what was described as our 'big exit lecture', in which attendance was supposedly compulsory. I was somewhat unreserved over what to expect, but even I couldn't have predicted the drab nature of what I was about to endure. A full 10 minutes on why we should never, in the National Student Survey, give them a mark of 3, because it does them as much good as a mark of 1. Thank you for giving me permission to say I was unsatisfied with your services Leeds Met, it is greatly appreciated. That bumps you up to a 2/5. Somewhat ironically, I have no intentions of filling in this survey, but given the nature of my attitude towards Leeds Met displayed in my blogs, I'm sure if they chose to read one of these, they'd be queuing up to pay me not to take the survey. But all in all, the lecture wasn't a complete waste of time. Well, it was in the sense that it didn't achieve its purpose, but it did get me thinking about what I've done/achieved myself at uni. I also realised I have a strange obsession with Andrew Garfield.

In just 7 and a half weeks (after the lecture I am so tired of hearing those 5 words incidentally) I will no longer be a university student. Simply exams stand in my way of being able to put those words that strike fear into hearts everywhere at the end of my name; "LLB (Hons)". Fantastic. Leeds Met's incompetencies aside, I've loved every minute thus far of my uni life, from the good to the bad. From the nights out, the city life itself, to the failed exams, and even my brush in with the law. Would I change any of it? Not a chance. Life wouldn't be the same without obstacles you have to overcome to be where you want to be. I hear you say "not change any of it, bullshit". I see where you're coming from, there probably are a few minor discrepancies that I would change, but every mistake you make is a learning curve in life. I've met some great people who I really like, I've met some people who I don't like. Hell, I've even had people who I've NOT met who dislike me but I guess this all comes with the territory of being so awesome. In 3 months time, I face up to the reality that I might never see some of them ever again. In some cases, this knowledge makes up for my sheer disappointment in their existence, in others, it somewhat disappoints me. It's all good and well saying "I'll stay in touch" but the reality is it was the same with some people from college. You drift. That said, the people you do genuinely want to keep in touch with, you do. You make it happen.

So what next for me? I have no idea. Into the big bad world I go with my eyes practically closed. A job would be ideal, doing what? In the current economy, I wouldn't rule out shelf-stacking at Asda or something. Ideally, I would love to stay in Leeds, I quite like the city life. But with the city life comes the expenses, bare minimum of £70-80 a week rent, bills to pay, council tax, food, it sharp adds up. And suddenly I'll be left with no money to do the things I want to stay in Leeds for. Tricky situation, huh? If this were an ideal world, I'd be presented with the opportunity of an easy, enjoyable, £25k a year job straight away, but it's not. But you know what they say, right? You get out of life what you put into it. Maybe now is the time to put some effort in to finding a real job. Even if I somehow manage to turn my nightclub job into a full-time one the money will be nowhere near enough. My house contract runs out on the 30th June, and so I have my deadline to work towards getting myself up and out into the cruel reality of life as an adult. Wish me luck.

Thanks for reading,

Thomas.