The Student’s Thought: I Am Missing University Despite Everything

Being a goal driven person is the best, Never an unproductive day in sight. Every morning waking up with a spurt of energy and a song in my heart. However, to some of my peers, the thought of waking up before the sunrise is the stuff of nightmares. The sound of an alarm clock blaring out some rotten tune is enough to send a cold shiver down the spine.

I am a mornings person, I am the early bird that caught the worm before I have even had a morning coffee. I hear my alarm clock gently waking me up with The Today Programme and within the 5 minutes of the News headlines I am up and active, dressed in gym kit I am eager to get going.

Watching the sunrise with my breakfast in hand, I begin to think of how my time away from the university has helped my inner peace. Life at University is fantastic and full of excitement, but at the same time, university life is challenging and mentally taxing. More than what the younger Jordan thought of during those challenging days in college.

Each weekday waking up at 6am, having to spend an hour on public transport reading a newspaper to catch up on current events, Walking across a city for half an hour to attend an hour lecture in a room full of tired and possibly hungover course mates, to only find the day ending after that dreaded 9am lecture. The next day having to do the same again, but this time having to stay over in Sunderland for 4-hour break between the Lecture and a seminar. Thank goodness for the local gym and coffee shops.

On top of the long lectures and the even longer breaks, trying to fit in the social time with the tired and hungover course mates is impossible to get right. Having to pretend I care about being social when all I want to do is work out at the gym followed by some all-important research for the essays that are due in a month.

Come to the end of the day, and the thought of public transport is returning, Another hour on a bus filled with miserable and unhappy commuters, throw in some drunken idiot, and I’ve found the closest thing to actual Hell on earth. If I had a £1 coin for every time, I’d thought of ditching this horrible routine I would have enough to quit my side job of stacking shelves.

Having been off for six weeks it’s something that I have grown to miss, being a productive and always on a person means I hate not having something to do or somewhere to be, I get frustrated and bored. This is what my life could have been if I hadn’t made the leap to University.

Studying at University is the greatest decision I have ever made, I regained my passion for learning after a long time studying something I hated, My mind has been opened to a whole new world of thinking attending every class. When the night comes, and bedtime approaches, I get that same excitement I feel on a morning.

As I finish my breakfast and lock up the house, I say to myself “Its one more week before I go back and I am ready for the next challenge”. But before that, I got to get through a heavy gym session and a shift stacking shelves.