musings of the fourth year

Only 25 days left of university. forever. And I’ve just realised that for those of you who have been (sadly?) following my life since day 1 at uni a lot has changed and happened. This post will be leaning to the more nostalgic side of expression…

… Since I last left you I had broken up with my bf (we’re in the ‘it is even more complicated stage’), doing three subjects (now make that two), moved out of home (and got youth allowance for that?! how does that work?) and doing so many job applications that if it wasn’t for my handy excel spreadsheet – and would highly recommend that as a organisational tool – then my head would have exploded.

So after a lot of interview practice I have now accepted and signed a contract to be a HR consultant at PwC (there is hope out there people! I’m doing a job which has nothing to do with my major!) which starts next year, leaving six months to do stuff.

I’m going to miss this place. Starting with my first year posts, you may have gotten the hint that I was only here for the campus, not the degree – and four years later (unfortunately) I still have to agree (probably because I was a BCom/BA person doing BSc.. without the sense to switch early). It is absolutely stunning in autumn, has good coffee places [and the university’s academic standing is only as good as its caffeine supply] and study spaces, has amazing people to work with and a lot of support for its students. There are heaps of opportunities for scholarships, grants, travel, extracurricular (too many?! ha) that really you just have to go for them and see what comes out of it!

My advice to those who are still at/thinking about going to uni: if there is a will, there is a way…the worse anyone can say to you is ‘no’.

I love you all!

Ciao!