On Being a Stay-at-Home Student

I've talked a lot in previous posts about the trials and tribulations of being a uni student and the process of finishing a degree, but what I'm not sure if I've mentioned before is that I was a ~special~ kind of student. No, not a mature or international one but a stay-at-home student (did the title give me away?) Yes, I was one of the few kids (although probably not as few as you think) that decided against moving across the country to study and instead chose to remain in my family home and enrol in my closest university town.

Now, there's a lot of articles, info and advice floating around the internet for soon-to-be freshers, especially with the dreaded A level results day looming, but these almost exclusively focus on what to pack and new housemates and moving away. That's really great, and us home birds know we're in the minority, but I certainly found when I was preparing to start my first semester three years ago that there wasn't much in terms of reassurance for someone like me, which is why I think now's the perfect time to share my thoughts and experiences on being a stay-at-home student.

A Threefold Muddle

It's been a completely mad week. Mad, busy and overwhelming to say the very least. After months of hard work, stress, long days in the library and several mini meltdowns, I handed in my undergraduate dissertation on Wednesday. And now I feel weird. I'm an emotional mess.

I've been thinking a lot in the two days since my hand in and it's come down to three things: I am a threefold muddle.