Resolutions

This year I’m not making new year’s resolutions. Last year I made quite a few and I think I did keep many of them – I said b I’d finish a novel and I did, I said I’d do Nanowrimo and I finished the month with over 100k words, and I said I’d think about losing weight and although I’ve yo-yoed a bit when it came to my weight I’ve ended the year lighter than I was when I started, so I consider that a success.

My reason for not doing resolutions this year? Its because all the things I resolved to do were okay, but they were minor successes compared to the things I never dreamed I’d do in 2012. I never imagined that I would write a short story that would get me a place at an awards ceremony in London and a piece in the Wicked Young Writers anthology.

I never imagined I’d get engaged in 2012, or that I’d do so well in my A Levels (one of my resolutions was to get three Cs, so getting ABB felt incredible), and I think the biggest achievement for me was raising over £300 with my fiance for Birmingham Children’s Hospital in memory of my brother, by running a half marathon on what would have been his fifteenth birthday. That was just incredible, and will always be my proudest moment.

So in 2013 I’m going to go with the flow and let life surprise me, because if there’s one lesson I’ve learned this year, it’s that the best achievements are the ones you least expect.

Academic Elitism

Anyone who frequents “The Student Room” will know that London Metropolitan University is a taboo subject. It just isn’t spoken about – and the moment anyone dares to bring it up, the angry mob come out with their flaming torches, determined to tell everyone that a degree from London Met will kill your family and banish you to the deepest, darkest, fiery pits of hell for all eternity.

The sad thing? I wish I was overreacting.

The way I see it, a university is a university. You’ve got ones that are prestigious – Oxford, Cambridge and the like – and ones which don’t carry the same amount of international prestige. That’s fine by me. If your choice of uni is based on the fact that when you tell people where you study, they’ll say “Oooh, you must be brainy!”, you need to re-evaluate your reasons for going to university. Personally, I don’t care if I go to Oxford University or London Met, as long as I’m studying a subject that interests me and having the full university experience.

Yes, London Met has very low entry requirements – but why is that such a bad thing? It gives people the opportunity to go to a university where they will study at a level that is right for them, because a Maths applicant for example may love Maths and have a real interest in it, but for whatever reason, can only attain a C. Having a university like London Met gives people like this the opportunity to study the subject they enjoy at a level that is right for them.

“But if they can’t get better marks, they shouldn’t go to uni!”, I hear you cry. Alright then. Where do they go instead? What do they do? Get a job? Where exactly are these jobs? Alright then, they should go on benefits? But that will be nigh-on impossible with the current cuts being made in the benefit system, and they’d only be known as “dole scum” anyway. So, they should live with their parents and do nothing? So how do their parents afford to keep an adult at home who can’t pay anything towards their own upkeep. Simple, I hear you say. They stay working for longer and don’t retire until later. Ah, but this only perpetuates the fact that there will be even fewer jobs for young people who apparently “shouldn’t” be going to university, because there’ll be more elderly people working later into their lives to try and pay for the upkeep of their children! And the vicious circle continues to spin.

Universities like London Met have their place – and, contrary to popular belief, that place isn’t “being inferior to the likes of Oxbridge”. Universities like London Met are, I’m willing to say, helping to keep this country afloat. People are paying £9,000 a year to study there – a steep figure, but they’re willing to pay it. For that £9,000 (and other costs on top of that), they are living independently for most of the year. They are gaining vital life experience of shopping for themselves. And, they are gaining a degree that, however inferior the elitist snobs might like to say it is, will give them a much better chance of getting a job – admittedly, still not great, but not even an Oxbridge degree has “great” job prospects these days – than if they lie around in their house for three years, doing nothing and destined to go nowhere.

If you’re considering London Met or another university lower down the league table, don’t let elitism sway your decision. If you have a passion for a subject, but it isn’t offered at the higher-ranked universities, or you don’t feel you could keep up with the courses in higher-ranked unis, or meet their grade offers, don’t be put off from studying it by people who are determined that any degree coming from a university lower in the league table than their own is worthless, because they’re not going to be spending three years there. The most important person is you, and what you want to study, and what you feel capable of, and above all, where you want to go.

I’M GOING TO HOGWARTS! or, the dinosaur-related benefits of en-suite accommodation.

I’m so excited for going to university! It’s getting quite close now – I know I’ve got to get through my exams, and the anxious wait for results day, but it’s still about five months until I fly the nest, so to speak, and head off on my next great adventure, university! I went for an open day on Saturday and it was wonderful – everything about it is brilliant. I had an informal interview with one of the lecturers, who was really nice and put me at ease, it looks like I’m going to get some extra money for doing a couple of modules in Welsh, and I know what accommodation I want and everything! Best of all, I’M GOING TO FREAKING HOGWARTS. 

*ahem*. Sorry. That was my Harry-Potter-Fangirl side coming through there. I’m over it now. I’m so not over it Anyway, back to the subject. University. Eek!

I’m glad I’ve picked one that isn’t too far from home. I know how important it is to get a bit of independence when you go to university, but I can’t deny the fact that I am a homebird, and I have a lot of things at home that nothing will ever make me give up – a wonderful boyfriend and an amazing family. No matter how much I enjoy university or what’s going on, nothing’s going to keep me away from them, and I’ll be spending as much time as I possibly can with them. It’s not too far from where I live now, and I’ll still get my lovely views over the sea – a slightly different sea, admittedly, as I have a view of the Irish sea and up there I’ll be seeing the Menai Straits – but it’s still the sea and I’d miss my views too much if I didn’t have them. I hope my accommodation will be able to see the straits or I’ll be very tempted to commute every day from home so I can keep my lovely views 😛

There’s so many exciting things about getting ready to go to uni. I’ve finally decided that I am going for en-suite bathrooms, because I can afford it and it’ll be worth it for that little extra comfort and privacy, as well as the fact that the security is quite good, the building is a lot nicer than the old, shared accommodation (apparently it used to be an asylum, so I’d imagine it might not be too pleasant at night, particularly if you’re prone to bouts of paranoia like I am!) and everything about it sounds pretty good. The downside of going into en-suite does mean that there’s more stuff to buy for the bathroom, and I have to clean it myself, but everyone has to learn at some point, and it’s better to have to do it now than later! Plus, it gives me a chance to have a dinosaur themed bathroom as well as a bedroom (I wanted llama, but so far the only llama products I’ve been able to find were ones made out of llama, which (being a llama lover), is not what I wanted at all and actually made me die a little inside), which is always good!

So, here I am, ready to take on the world (or rather, university) and all it has to throw at me (as long as I can go back and see my boyfriend and family as often as possible). All I have to do now is get the grades….

Extra Is Open!

So, UCAS Extra has opened, I have applied and my Personal Statement has been sent off! Now, to hope it’s all good enough to get me in – I want to go to university so much, and I want to go to THIS University in particular, and I want to study this course in particular!

I’m fairly confident in my predicted grades, it’s just my personal statement I’m unsure about. I’m fairly proud of it… but what if it’s completely wrong for the course I’m going for?! These doubts are going to keep creeping in until I know for definite if it’s a yes or a no, but wish me luck! 🙂