End of degree…

I have my last exam on friday, and that’s the end of uni.  Feeling a mixture of things about it really.  I’m pretty bored of playing their games, but I will miss it. I actually know what i’m doing now, so it’s about learning interesting stuff instead of flapping around in confusion.

I will see a whole lot of people on friday that I will probably never see again.  That’s a good thing in a couple of cases, but I will miss some of them.  We have been through a lot together.

What they didn’t prepare us for is the utter terror of moving out of student digs, getting a job and making decisions about our future.  It all comes at once, and its terrifying.  It costs a fortune to live anywhere these days, so it means getting a job pronto and finding somewhere to live that isn’t a chav infested ghetto.

What will I do without the structure of semesters? How will I cope without the uni eye candy? What will become of me? And how long before I have either a Lexus or another knackered old shed instead of the pink N*va?