University
is an odd place; it acts a limbo between our teenaged lives and our adult ones.
On the one hand, many of us at university live independent lives. We go where
we want to go, do what we want to do – get drunk and bring strangers back into
our bedroom. All fabulous.
Yet
at the same time, we’re either getting supplemented by either a student load,
bursaries, or our parents. We’ve moved off the tricycle, onto the big kid
bicycle, yet we still have stabilizers to stop us from falling flat on our
faces. We’re semi-adults, which is the correct definition of a student.
Of
course, the problem with this semi-adulthood, is that it is transient.
Eventually the loans run out, our parents retire, and our degrees come to an
end. Which leaves many of us in a precarious position – just what are we
supposed to do with ourselves? If live was an instruction manual, I imagine it
would go something like this:
If
only life was so easy? I imagine if this was the instruction manual, many
students would be calling the help desk, demanding what to do if they are
unable to complete step C because of the recession. Or step D because the
person they were supposed to marry just ran away with an accountant on the
second floor. Or step G because they just went to the fertility clinic and
found out their uterus is a hostile environment for sperm and only have an 11%
chance of ever conceiving.
Because
life isn’t a SIMs game, where we set a life time achievement goal and use cheat
codes to get there a little faster. We cannot set ourselves up for goals and
check them off like a to-do list. There is no certainty in life, just as
there’s no guarantee that when you remove the stabilizers from a bike, that you
won’t crash or fall off somewhere along the way.
Though
anyone will know, as a kid, if you’ve never experienced falling off your bike
before, the idea of it happening to yourself can be pretty daunting. The same
applies to being an adult. As I’ve just finished my exams, my second year at
university draws to an end. In a year’s time adulthood will be knocking at my
door, and in the mean time, I get a sneak preview of my worries in the form of
my mother, who likes to write emails saying: “What’s the plan? Where are you
going to move? What career are you going into? Do you know what you want to BE
yet?”
And
you know what? I’m scared. Scared of falling off my bike, scared of failing as
an adult.
I
don’t know what I want to be, and by that logic, I am therefore nothing. Or
rather, I feel like nothing[1].
Life sometimes, feels that it is set up in a way that makes you believe the
instruction manual I wrote earlier, exists. That we should be heading towards
certain goals, certain lifestyle decisions. Now I’ve already stated that this
isn’t true, and yet here I am, contradicting myself, by telling you that even I
feel that it is true. And the problem is, this imaginary check list of
achievements, which hangs over our heads – my head – doesn’t tell you how to go
about checking off these accomplishments.
So what is the point in
this blog post Heather?
This
is the part where I would like to impart some sort of advice to you, the
readers. Say something really profound and comforting to all of you who are
reading this and experiences the same problems as I am. Maybe something along
the lines of – hey buddy, don’t worry
about tomorrow, live for today and... something, something, inner self,
something, something, have confidence and BELIEVE in... something...
But,
as someone, who is still set in the student-limbo of adulthood, I’m afraid I
cannot advise on what I have yet to experience. All I can do is relate to you
my fears, letting you know, that if you too share my doubts for the future, you
are not alone. We are all stuck on a hill, on our bikes, just about to ride off
into the sun set, yet not quite ready to whiz down the incline.
[1] Or is it that SOCIETY
MAKES ME FEEL LIKE NOTHING?! (Sorry, doing English literature exams does this
to your world perceptive).
