final year feels

Well I’m pretty sure that last week it was the run up to Christmas, right? November and December always seem to merge and last for about two weeks total, it’s always a blur around the festive period and yet again I feel like I’ve just awakened – ready for the new year – and yet it’s March.

Only this time ’round, I’m in my final year. So I’m now realising that it’s all going to come to a very abrupt end and I’ll be sitting at my graduation in July absolutely sure that we’re only about six weeks into 2016.

It’s quite a conflicting feeling, being on the verge of having your whole world tipped upside down again so soon. Going off to uni was incredibly daunting but all kinds of exciting as well; it took some settling in to but once you’ve found your group of like-minded people and you’ve explored your city or campus you’re all set.

But now, I’m in the same boat as I was four years ago, not knowing what city I’m going to end up in in six month’s time. I have no idea if I’m going to be able to find a graduate job that has anything to do with Sociology or Politics (we can’t all do unpaid internships in London can we!?), but if I’m lucky enough to find one there’s a damn good chance it won’t be close to where I am at the moment.

It somehow seems more serious than it did before, I feel as though there’s more at stake this time ’round. I’m not just finding a uni to dick about in for a few years, I’m actually going to have to start my ‘adult’ life – and I sure as hell don’t wanna.

And don’t get me started on that 10,000 word dissertation that won’t write itself and the fact that I’ve got two pieces totalling 7,000 words due within two days of one another. Cheers deadline deciding peeps.