Student

Decisions…

Making those decisions that could affect the rest of your life can be near impossible. Although I thought I had sorted out my plan of action as it were, it turns out there may now be several other routes I can take. Bring forth the mad last minute emails to several colleges and universities in the local area. And to think I thought now that Student Finance had been approved that that would be the end of it, how wrong was I?! Just when you think you have a plan sorted something or someone is bound to put a spanner in the works.

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The countdown has begun…

I’m at that point where university still seems so far off but yet it is edging ever closer. I’ll soon be beginning my studies, if I ever hear back from Student Finance that is…

It’s scary to think that in a couple of months I’ll be a fresher. I’ve started buying some essentials, such as the student diary which is already full of dates (tutorials, exams, TMA’s) for the upcoming year, scary stuff. I’ve started religiously reading the Nursing Times, although at the moment I struggle to make sense of most of it. “Brain can not commute”. I’m hoping as the year goes on my brain will give in and take in some of the information, I’m not going to get very far if it doesn’t. I also feel like I’ve started up a home for abandoned pens, I think I have managed to acquire far more than I will ever need.

What’s really odd is that the majority of my old school classmates are/have just finishing/finished their final year of university and I am just about to begin mine. I feel so behind everybody else and feel like the others I will be studying alongside are bound to be 18 and fresh out of A Levels…

 

Change of plan…

You may well of read my post regarding the possibility of me starting university as soon as a week after I wrote the post. Unfortunately due to a number of complications with the course and those it is designed for I neither fully fit the criteria or believe the course is aimed at individuals like me who wish to go into medicine eventually. I have thus decided to continue with my original plan of undertaking BSc Hons in Health Sciences which commences in October. Although this is not as soon as I would of liked it will allow me time to prepare and is defiantly the best option for myself. I am hoping student finance agrees to fund me so this plan does not change again, I have already been accepted by the university. Fingers crossed…

Introduction…well sort of…

I’m sitting here writing this at the grand old (I say old…) age of 21 years and 6 months, any more specific would just be being pedantic. Until a couple of months ago I thought I knew where my life was going and I was happy with that. I had a good and rewarding job, I didn’t earn loads of money but it was enough to allow me to rent my own place and have money left over to play with (Pizza and an early night anyone?). I had good friends who I spent time with and I enjoyed where I was, in all aspects. It was predictable but that’s good, right? Not for this Reluctant Dreamer.

A part of me was NOT happy, my dream had and always will be to go to university and study medicine in some context; midwifery or paediatrics being my preferred area. Thanks to me f**king up when it came to GCSE choices (I mean what 14 year old is going to choose Double Science over Drama? Not me that’s for sure…) that dream seemed like just that; a dream. After tiresome research into the early hours on one of them “why I am even doing this job” kinda days, I think I may have found a way around this. So I decided to give up my “comfy” life in return for a life time of debt, studying at all hours and no social life. I also had to return home to a place where it never stops raining and where everyone knows, everyone’s business; oh, the joy!

Who knows in a couple of years time I could be the doctor you are telling your most intimate secrets to, or the midwife you casually talk about all things vaginas and sex related too…