I have my last ever university exam in four hours. One more essay after that and I'm done with uni. I joined this site in year 9. Time flies.
At high school they told us uni would be the best years of our lives. I thought it was going to be like American Pie. Three and a half years on and the most fun I've had remains the pub crawl night during orientation week in first year. I've made no good friends - I've got some I chat with on Facebook, but none I'll call up to go out for beers with or anything like that - and aside from a few journalism classes where I had good debates, my best memories of uni are probably going to be driving to and from the place listening to music. (I fell in love with Kaputt doing that.) That's pretty sad. I've probably only got myself to blame though. When I started uni I was still attached to my group of friends, the group who considered things like joining clubs/societies or doing cool extracurricular stuff at uni as lame. I grew out of the phase about two years ago, but it was too late, as uni went on the backburner as I focused on my full-time job. Oh well. Maybe I'll come back later on as one of those annoying mature-age students and study Italian again.
Anyway, better get to studying.
