The Final Countdown

It's coming. Less than 2 weeks to go before I embark on my University Adventure. My palms are getting clammy. I'm beginning to get a funny feeling in my stomach. A conundrum of thoughts are whizzing around my head. Will I be good enough? Will people like me? Why the hell did I choose to do this now. I turn 22 during freshers week. The rest of the students are 18. I feel old. I'm listening to music that they will probably classify as "Cheese". That 4 years seems so long. To most people it might seem nothing. To most people I'm still a kid. But to me, I feel like pipe and slippers material in comparison. I look at what my little sisters friends are talking about (yes, my little sister is also at the "University" age). I consider buying a blackberry, so I'm down with the kids. But what the hell is a blackberry? People look at me strangely when I talk about eating blackberrys, probably wondering whether I'm trying to consume my emails. I've just about mastered facebook (in fact its slowly consuming my life). Now people are talking about twitter?!? I always thought being a twit was a bad thing. Thoughts of Roald Dahl fill my head whenever someone talks about twittering. But I'm "blogging". Thats cool, right?? But wait, now people are talking about microblogging. I'm more confused. I've realised I'm going through a quarterlife crisis. Kind of like a midlife crisis, except I don't have the money, or the license to buy a sports car. Maybe I'll get my ear pierced instead. I have to suck it up and be a man. Why am I worried about this? I'm smart... kind of. I'm cool... I hope. I wonder if I dress ok. Burtons is still cool right? Aside from that, I have all the usual student worries. Where is my student finance? Thats worthy of a blog of its own. What will freshers week bring? That will also get its own blog. What about the time table? 9o'clock starts? I'm not used to waking up before mid day. And I'm definitely not good on a hangover. Hmmm... maybe I could be a student. I wonder why I didnt go to University at 18, when I should have. I wonder why I didn't go to University at 20, when I was offered the place. Were these missed opportunities some part of a great plan, or did I just miss 2 good opportunities? I know theres no point in worrying. I'm on the final countdown. In 2 weeks I start my new life. Away from the bar management jobs I've worked since I was 18. Away from the group of builders, plumbers, electricians and dole bunnies I've associated myself with. Had I gone to University when I was supposed to, it wouldn't be a new life, just a continuation of my education. But I've tasted full time work, and the money that comes with full time work. I've learnt to pay bills, and not to pay bills. I've built up debts already, now I'm going to add to them. I've had enough of worrying now. I put on my Oasis cd, and then think better of it. Maybe the killers are cooler? I'm sure someone will tell me during freshers...