Leaving University

Today, I officially finished University.

After 4 years, £30,000 plus, endless moronic lectures, thousands and thousands of words, a painful number of hangovers, mega lie ins, horrible essay all nighters... I have finally finished.

I am sad to leave University.  Sad that I'm not living with my friends any more and messing around, making people laugh and what not.  I somewhat write off the first year of Uni in my memory as I hated it.  Awful flatmates, living away from the main campus, and therefore EVERYONE on my course... it was difficult to make friends, and feel part of it.  But as time went by, I settled in to it more and made some brilliant friends who will be friends for life, no doubt about it.  When the undergraduate course finished last summer, I was so sad because I finally felt like I belonged there.  I think, in all honesty, that was a significant driving force in me staying on to do the MSc. Rightly or wrongly, I wanted it to carry on, as normality.

To be part of it.

To an extent though, thank God. 

I have gradually and fairly inevitably ran out of steam over the last six or seven months.  My expectations of a continuation of undergraduate life and making a whole host of really good new friends didn't really come to fruition.  

Don't get me wrong, I've met some lovely people over the last year, but with such diverse backgrounds and interests - it was difficult to formulate the friendships and experiences I had during the first three years of Uni.

So, I guess fortunately in a back to front way, it benefited me to have less distractions and get on with doing myself justice in an academic sense.  Of course, I still managed to fit in hundreds of hours on Football Manager, but when I needed to work, and work to a high standard - I did.

Hopefully, that will come to pay off in the coming months and years.

It has to.  Otherwise I am in a whole world of misery, probably stuck in retail for ever more.

I had a second phone interview today for a sales position at Molson Coors which went well.  If anything is going to cost me, it'll be my lack of experience in a similar role... but then, why not give someone like me the chance to prove that I'm better and will develop better than someone who has already done something similar, and not done enough to progress? Employers go on about achieving the right culture and personality in a candidate, so I hope that the lack of experience isn't held against me and I get a chance to prove myself (... or come second, again?) at the assessment day.

I certainly wish next week's five day assessment center was only a day long for a recruitment company, but I suppose I just need to suck it up and try and do my best over the week.  I just hope there's some similar people there that I can enjoy spending a week with.

We shall see.

This was on CSI the other day, and it struck a chord or two..