Just a short tale from a 3rd year looking back on the uni experience with jaded eyes for those who are interested.
Uni was supposed to be IT, the pinnacle, the culmination, a breath of fresh air after the hell that was school/college. Life would start when I wove my parents goodbye at my new uni halls and became a student. I'd left college determined not to go to university, such was my hatred of the rote learning and unenthusiastic teachers I found to be the norm there. Yet after travelling and then getting an office job that was going nowhere I eventually decided to go to uni, 2 years after my peers but better late than never, or so I thought.
I can remember how excited I was. I'd never really got on with anyone at college or school (being judged to be 'different' or'weird' and hence bullied in school and ignored at college). Uni would change all that - I'd meet intelligent, mature young people eager to learn whilst up for having a good time as well. I honesty thought I'd find my niche, find people I'd really click with. Hell, all the judgemental morons have been whittled away at this level, right? Everyone says that uni days are 'the best of your life,' right? I bought it, hook, line and sinker.
That was 2008. I'm now in my 3rd year, just about to finish my penultimate semester. And truth be told I haven't enjoyed uni and can't wait to leave. At times the prospect of finally getting out of here and starting work has been the only thing that's made me happy.
The reality has been that there have been just as many prejudiced idiots up here than there were at school (plenty of racists too, which shocked me coming from multi-culti Birmingham). Plenty of people who've never so much as read a book, been to a museum or watched a subtitled film. Instead all people seem to be interested in is drinking, constantly getting hammered, sex and 'pulling girls.' There are HUGE numbers of immature people, people who think knob gags are the height of humour. My uni (Hull) is good for Politics (my course) but even there my course mates tend to be argumentative and un-receptive to others' views. Basically, the same sorts but slightly cleverer.
Sure I like getting drunk and going clubbing every so often. But as a lifestyle? And like the odd risqué joke too. But all the time? Nope. And boy have I tried - I've been to every single society I was even vaguely interested in, introduced myself to loads of people (something that doesn't come naturally to me) and gone along to parties and socials even when I was ill and tired all in the desperate hope that if I went then I'd finally find 'my' crowd, my sort of people. I never did. Just drinking games and more sex jokes.
My 3 years of uni have most definitely NOT been the 'best of my life.' There's no one up here I'll be making much of an effort to keep in touch with (at most 2-3 people). No one up here I'll miss that much. I won't miss the uni or the town.
Sometimes I wonder - would I have been happier if I'd gone to a different uni? A more well-rounded one academically perhaps, or one in a nicer town? The tales I hear of what goes on in other unis makes me think - probably not. I've given up on it all now and am just working really hard on my dissertation and final modules. I gave up hope long ago.
In short? Without a doubt university has been the biggest disappointment of my life.