Today I began my third and final year at university. Everyone else is freaking out about it. There’s a lot of hard work ahead, and after that, a whole lot of uncertainty. To an extent, I’m the same. Come the end of June, I don’t know where I’m going to be headed or what I’m going to be doing, and that terrifies me. But as far as my course goes, I barely even care. Of course I want to finish, and I want to do well, but rather than aiming for a qualification or a job, it’s become a means to keep myself better rooted.

I think this past summer I’ve found everything I didn’t know I’d headed to university for. I have a group of friends that I would trust to the ends of the earth and back. I’m surrounded by such an incredible crowd, and I get along so well with so many people. This is what it’s all about. The fact that the longest I’ve been friends with any of these people is a year astounds me. I don’t know how I wasted all this time until now. But it’s most certainly been worth the wait.

Now my course just seems like a way into a job more likely to provide the money I need to stay in this city with these people from Summer. I always really enjoyed my studies, and (initially, at least) that seemed like the point – to learn something I enjoy, to get a career I enjoy. Now all I want is to end up with enough money to see my friends’ gigs and go out on a weekend.

It’s not where you are, it’s definitely all about who you’re with.

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