All right, all right, I admit it. I forgot about Tumblr again. I’m not even going to make the excuse that I don’t log on because I don’t like looking at hundreds of .gif images of Harry Potter or Doctor Who any more, I just literally have been too busy to actually remember to write anything on here. And that’s kind of the point of this post, really. Where has this year gone? When I finally remembered that I have a blog that I probably should regularly update, but don’t, I logged on and scrolled down my own posts, only to notice that the one entitled Living out of a Suitcase is perilously close to the top, and it doesn’t feel like that long ago when I wrote it.
But that post was written at the beginning of my second year here, and I’m now at the end of it. Where on Earth has the time gone? Since when did I have to worry about final year projects, exams, deadlines and dissertations? Since when did I have a dissertation supervisor, and since when did the urge to hit the library so I can get work out of the way overcome the urge to make a beeline for the nearest beer-tap, brushing the ‘to-do’ pile so that it topples over on my way? It’s all fun and games being a student at first, but to anybody reading this that holds the ideology that student life is all drinking, partying, eating pot noodles for breakfast and pizza for dinner every day, you’re horribly, horribly wrong.
I don’t know how this works, but I wrote more words this week than my entire dissertation will be next year, four essays of four-thousand words all due within two days of each other. The only reason I would eat anything except take-away for dinner wasn’t because of laziness, it was more due to to exhaustion and the fact that I just didn’t have time to cook anything decent. Beyond first year, it’s not all fun and games being a student. I think that might be where my time has gone, then. It doesn’t seem like that long ago I was on my way back to Bangor, completely unsure about where I was going to live or how I was going to get through second year, and now I’ve blinked and suddenly it feels like I’m on the home stretch. Let alone Living out of a Suitcase, pretty soon it feels like I’m going to be packing my suitcase to leave again, for good.
If I’m honest about that, I’m not sure how to feel about it. Am I glad it’s nearly over? Or am I worried that I’m not sure where I’m going to go? I’m certainly going to miss a lot of people when it’s all over, which feels closer than ever. Is anyone else of the opinion that their second year has just drifted by without them noticing?