Life after Uni

AAAAAAAAAAAAH. Don't say it. Don't even think it.

Post-graduation is something that makes me want to hide in a bin and dream of the days where my worries lay in learning lines and reading plays. Thinking about life after Uni has become an absolutely terrifying thought for me, so much so that I had a meeting with one of my tutors at Uni because I had absolutely no idea what I wanted to do following the daunting graduation day which may still seem months and months away but it is actually so close that if I got pregnant now it would take longer to produce a human inside my body than it would be to graduate. Yes I do weird maths to prove lengths of time. 

Part of me wants to move into my Nanna's house following graduation and read endless piles of books and raid her biscuit tin every day and have her make her famous meat pie with mash and gravy every night for tea. But unfortunately that's not really an appropriate life plan...so I've been told anyway. 

I went into the room with my tutor for this life meeting and discovered that there were in fact a couple of things that had taken my interest for post-graduation but I had just shoved them to the back of my mind in an attempt to disguise the fact that my life has to continue after University. Everyone always said to me when I came to Uni "It goes so fast...." those people were not lying!!! I remember being a measly little first year thinking how ace it was that I could bowl into health and safety theatre workshops 9am hungover and then going home eating leftover dominoes and having a nap. We take these things for granted!!! Of course that's not all I've done at Uni, I have actually been productive and learnt so so much from my time at Uni. The thing is the things we learn in our billion years of education may teach us a lot but it never teaches us about mortgages, looking for houses, where to buy your bed from, how to finance yourself, how to find a job. All the things that are in fact crucial to us when we are cruelly stripped of lesson timetables and student loans (fuck all of you that got a big pile of money sent your way) we have no idea how to do them because we haven't been taught. 

I went to my friend's house not long ago and she had a plan, a full blown written PLAN on what her and her boyfriend were going to spend their pennies on. Granted they have a baby but they are both in the same year as me at Uni and they were so bloody organised. It terrified me. I thought Wow, how great you are at being an adult. I'm shite. 

I took the plunge this morning and sent an email about a Masters I'm interested in doing but then I have to find funding because unfortunately student finance suck at giving you money forever. Then me and Ant have to find ourselves a place to live and we will then have to find jobs and do crazy adult things that I'm too terrified to even think about. 

I just think how bloody terrible it is that nobody ever tells you how to be an adult. 

Except maybe my friend Beyonce.... aka www.breakingadult.wordpress.com

She graduated last year and is doing absolutely amazing things now and has created this beautiful little blog to help scared little beans like myself and many of my uni pals to march into the big outside world in our sassy pants. 

I also just read another blog post that said we are all so busy thinking about our futures that we forget to appreciate the now which I think I need to remember to keep sight of. Appreciating the fact that I have had the opportunity to come to Uni and make amazing friends. Although this blog isn't helping anyone it's just expressing how daunting I find the whole post-grad concept I just wanted to let all those billions of third year students in this position that you're not alone and being scared is totally OK. My tutor did in fact give me some great advice which was that it's silly that we have to think in our young twenties what we want to do for the rest of our lives. He said to just take the plunge and if I want to do a course or do something right now then I should do it, I may not like it once I've tried it but it's better to try something than to regret not having gone for it. This is the exact reason why I registered my interest in a Masters this morning because life is too short to wonder if I might not have liked it so I'm going for it and then after that I'll go for something else and then hopefully on the way I'll find that I have built myself a life without having realised it. I advise all you beautiful people to do the same.

But for now CHRISTMAS IS IN 34 DAYS

Buddy has the best life plan. Maybe I'll follow in his footsteps.

Now go make yourselves a brew before you get into a post-grad panic.

Lots of love,

Hannah xoxoxo