It occurred to me this morning that this time next week I'll be back at uni. I'll be either sitting in a lecture theatre or I'll be in a tutorial already working on the first assignment. And it's probably going to be stinking hot.
I'm about to start my final year at uni and I'm on the fence with how I feel about it.
To be honest, I am bored of being on holidays and am looking forward to having more structure in my life. But on the flip side I'm, and I don't know how else to word this at the moment, shitting myself about going back to uni. Each year uni steps up a notch and you never really know what to expect. I've had friends who have graduated and I remember what final year was like for them and I'm terrified.
I'm scared that I'm going to mess up terribly and everything will just crash and burn. Not literally but you get what I mean! My time at uni has been an interesting one. There have been ups and there have been downs and there have been so many times where I have just wanted to quit all together and find something else to do.
But for some reason I'm still enrolled. I love interior design and sure this degree isn't the only way to enter the design industry but it's something and I want to complete what I set out to do. Interior design, design in in general is a passion of mine and I always tell myself that a few difficult years at uni isn't going to stop me. It may keep me up at night worrying, but it won't stop me.
I'm looking forward to being back in the building. I've spent so much time there and even though I have mixed emotions of the place, it's truly an important building in my life. The people inside are also people who are pretty important. The tutors, who have pushed me to my limits and have helped me create designs I'd never think possible of myself. The students, some who I am lucky enough to call friends for life. The guests speakers, who have inspired me and given me that extra but of encouragement to not throw it all away. The iMacs, who have tested my patience with the spinning wheel of death. The $2 coffee machine, which I really want to take with me because it gives you better coffee than a barista. Honestly it'll be nice to be back.
Nerves are the worst. But you just have to embrace them!
Until next time, keep smiling :) Em xx