So, on June 18th 2012, it was exactly a year since I left my room at uni and returned home to York to start my gap year. Now it is less than 3 months until I return for my final year of what I expect to be a highly stressful and bizarre final year of university.
What makes me laugh is that I am in theory finishing university about 4 years after I should have graduated... but in reality I only started university in 2008. Should have finished in 2011, but alas, life got in a the way.
I think I am ready to go back. But I'll probably decide I'm not when I start to freak out about the essays when they appear. But I have to remember that I have worked so bloody hard and maybe neglected my mental health a bit too much to not end up with a degree.
If worst comes to worst, I can fall onto the 'if I can't do it for me, I can do it for my friends and family' track, it nearly always works.
And with that, I think I should probably go, I have nothing that exciting to say about uni. I'm at the stage of organising it that there is nothing I can do but actually turn up!
