You think I love you, you think I need you, damn go on, get out the door. Don’t wanna see your face no more.

I’ve decided to start writing a blog. Normally I only do this when I’m travelling, but I’ve got nothing better to do so why not bore others with my life story/rants/musings?
“Got nothing better to do?” I hear you ask. Well for those of you who didn’t know, I’ve dropped out of uni.
“DROPPED OUT OF UNI?! BUT WHY?!” You cry (and I’ve explained my situation enough times to know that this is EXACTLY what you’re shouting at me in your head...)
The reason: I hated it. Simple as that. But I will expand… 
It was always assumed, by me and my family, that I’d go to uni after school. When I first realised I’d have to start applying, I wanted to stay at home and live with my parents, just to save money and  stuff. Then I met Josh (my ex-boyfriend) who was a student. In his third year, his student house was less than a 20 minute walk from his parents house, but I loved the independence he had by not living there, even though he could‘ve saved a lot of money living at home, it was worth it. That triggered me to want to leave home. 
So I came to the only uni that I applied for which didn’t involve me living at home: Aberystwyth University.

I have absolutely NO regrets about coming to Aber, I adore the town and the people in it. But over the last few months I came to realise that further education just isn’t for me. I’ll try everything once, but I’ve tried it and I didn’t like it. I love working. I think my problem is that I always look at the short term. I work, and I get paid at the end of the week/fortnight/month etc. My degree would give me a better job in the long run (although, of course, that’s not guaranteed). And I can’t be bothered to wait.
Plus I despised my course. I studied English Literature and Creative Writing. I only did English because it was the subject that I was best at in at school. However, it wasn’t a passion. Don’t get me wrong, reading is one of my favourite pastimes but my passion for literature and writing just wasn’t enough. I quickly came to realise it wasn’t what I wanted. How can you force creativity on someone’s writing? I like writing, but when someone tells me I can write about WHATEVER I WANT… But it has to be in poem form, more specifically a ballad, or Dorsimbra or Eglyn…Yeah I know right, what the fuck?
I had absolutely no motivation for my course. This year I handed in 2 essays and since January I’ve been to one seminar. I was just paying to feel guilty.
So after much deliberation, a lot of people trying to persuade me not to, and 2 of my best friends (and genuinely in my opinion, my wisest friends) who have dropped out of uni themselves, telling me that it’s not the end of the world, I made it official. 
And it’s the best decision I could’ve made. Had I carried on, I would’ve had to resit this year which I’m not willing to pay for.
I’m staying in Aber though, I couldn’t bare the though of having to leave. I’m very lucky that I’ve got my bar job in the Students Union, and they’ve said I can work full time next year. Plus my house next year is awesome:
http://www.bryncottages.co.uk/360/TheBarn/_flashvr/TourWeaver_BCTheBarn.html
Yup, that is my house. And yes it has a hot tub!
I’ll probably never live in a house that nice again so I’ll stay in Aber. Plus all of my friends are here actually doing degrees for another year or so. I also love my job, so I have every reason to stay. It makes me feel really 'grown up' knowing I have my own house, bills, full time job. I’m actually an adult. That scares me, but excites me at the same time.