I’m a year and a half away from completing my degree. Well ‘completing’ in a very loose sense, mostly in the “I’m one year away from spending three years in higher education”. I’ve not yet technically completed one year of university at a level that could be classed as ‘passed’ even though I can count the number of times I have dropped out on one hand.
That may not sound too bad, as most people who have been to university or college can count the number of times they have attended with the same criteria. But most of these graduates will only need one digit. As for me, I only have the pinky finger spare.
I no longer have the itch to return to education, each time I have been it has been the law of diminishing returns and just not as good as I remembered.
The first time in higher education was a hoot, it was a Sixth Form college at the school I had attended and as a result would include most of those I had spent my school days with. Most of my fondest memories of education come from those two years as well as the highest qualifications I can add on my CV.
After that I attended University for the first time, even if I did squeak in via clearing. I ended up at Aberystwyth (a Welsh town – with a name like that is it a surprise) because in the day’s before the internet you had to wait for the places on teletext (and Aberdeen didn’t have my course).
My time there was notable for having my halls of residence burn down, but it was still a fun year. Not quite as amazing as Sixth Form but still fun. This is where I met The Nobber but also had my first serious girlfriend. Swings and roundabouts, we had great fun on the swings and roundabouts at the park (Aber was a small Welsh town so there wasn’t much else to do).
My time in Wales was short, I lasted longer than Prince Charles (that’s what she said) but dropped out at the end of the year.
After this I had a brief foray into returning to Sixth Form college to do a course in Media Production, and then upgraded to attending Coventry Uni to do a degree in Media, Culture and Communication. Both of these courses lie uncompleted, with my second attempt at getting some letters not lasting past Christmas.
In the end it wasn’t as good as the first time, maybe it was because my friends weren’t there or perhaps it’s because I got too old to be taught anything. There is a big difference between a fresh faced teen and a twenty-something.
Now I look at my CV and think wouldn’t it be nice to be Geek Ergo Sum BSc (or BA) but I’ve done pretty well for myself considering the lack of certificates in my life. In the end what you got is not as important as what you did, and what I did the first time was amazing.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Night and Day.”
Have you ever had an experience that was amazing the first time, but terrible the second time around? Or vice versa? What made it different the second time?
Thank you, Emma, for the fun prompt suggestion!