Now I’ve handed in my final assignment and university is over and out until next year, I finally have a bit of time on my hands to dedicate to my neglected blog. I wanted to do a bit of a uni-related life update before Christmas and the New Year came along. Considering I never got round to writing an update talking about what I’m studying, I figured an end-of-term round up would be the best way to cover all avenues!
As you probably already know, I feel like I’ve mentioned it so many times in passing, I started my Master’s Degree in September. My chosen subject for my MA is Publishing. Books are something that I’ve loved since I was a small child, but a love of reading is not solely what led me to Publishing. My love of writing and my interest in the process of making books, combined with a general interest in the field, are amongst a lot reasons that led me to my MA. This time last year when I was in my third year, I still hadn’t considered publishing as an option and I had zero idea what I wanted to do when I finished my undergrad. It only came to me as a potential option when I was researching earlier this year, and cemented itself into my future after I attended the open evening. So if you’re in third year and you have zero clue about your future career/study options, fear not, it will come to you!
In terms of my MA though, to be honest, the idea of wanting to do something and actually doing it are two very different things. I knew I was going to have to relocate and move over 100 miles to go to my chosen university. I knew I was going to have to travel over an hour to get there from where we chose to live (well I actually thought it would be around half of this time, but thanks to rush-hour bus traffic it wasn’t…). Basically, I knew it was going to be a lot, but until you’ve actually started, I don’t think you ever realise exactly what it’s going to be like.
Week one and two were okay, I think I was still riding the waves of excitement and enjoying the freedom and how different everything was. Shortly after that was when the anxiety hit, although it was more like a return. It was really bad for weeks. I didn’t want to leave the flat but at the same time I didn’t want to stay in inside of it either. Now if you’ve ever had any anxiety issues, you can probably relate as I believe that to be one of the worst feelings. Despite this, I still made it to university every single day. I managed to push myself through what felt like an impossibility. My tutor told me that I was very good at hiding it, I mean I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing to be honest, but it’s a thing nonetheless. It has picked up a bit, my anxiety is not quite as bad now as it was a couple of months ago, but I still have ups and downs. These things don’t really go away so easily, as much as we’d like them to. Change is difficult, It takes time, so I think I should be pretty proud of myself.
In terms of workload, in ten days we had three big deadlines, so it was really intense towards the end. I definitely wasn’t feeling as stressed as I probably would have been though, I think it was more exhaustion than anything else! I’ve finished my first term having done a group presentation with people I’d known for mere days, and an individual presentation that lasted for 3 and a half minutes, plus a number of other assignments. If you’d have told me this time last year I would have been doing that, I probably wouldn’t have believed you. It was an intense 12 weeks to say the least, and at times it went slow, and other times it went really quickly, as a whole though, I’m not entirely sure where the time went.
Now I have a couple of weeks to send lots of emails, try and snag myself a work placement, do an assignment, and start another one. Before all that though, I’m allowing myself to enjoy the run up to Christmas, as I still have some presents to buy….