So as I am sure most of those that read this know, I am in my final year of University. (scary stuff have no idea where all the last two years have gone.)
I love Uni, as much as I moan about the workload. I will be seriously sad to finish.
I love going into uni and having my mindblown by theories about my country. (read Foucault)
I love the debates about housing, Prostitutes, Immigration and the role of the media.
I love reading books which just make you go wow which are written by people with ridiculous names.
I love the sunny days where I can lay on Parkers Peace drinking Beer and Studying at the same time.
I love late night snuggled on the sofa in the libary learning.
I love having Coffee with the girls and discussing whose the better lecturer.
I love the pressure, the late night panic when an assignment is due in the next day and the beautiful feeling when its finished.
I am kind of surprised to be thinking/feeling these things. Gods good. I've learnt a lot, grown up a lot and met some absolutely jaw droppingly inspirational people (This includes you Louise) I'm going to miss it. Once again I am glad I realised this a while before I leave it gives me a good amount of time to make the most of my time that is left.
