Me and the University of Life

I recently wrote a blog post on what is meant by the saying the University of Life.

How life teaches you the skills you need to get on in life. I guess I learnt these skills at the same time as studying for my first degree in Applied Biology - university taught me about life (all types of life not just the biological kind).

When I chose where I was going to go to Uni and what i was going to study my decisions were pretty childish - well I was only 17, what can you expect?! I wanted to do Biology as I enjoyed studying it at a Level and my teacher was pretty cool (Mr Gary **** at Hayes School). And I wanted to go to Liverpool as I supported LFC and our Head of Sixth Form was a scouser and he used to talk about how great the place was.

So that was that. It also meant my parents couldn't just drop by for a cup of tea. When I got my results I booked a B&B and got on a train to Liverpool to find me some accommodation - none of those Halls of Residence for me - I was going to do this properly!

I was the only one up there on my own but I tagged on to another couple of girls and we found ourselves a terraced house in Kenny. That is where it all began!

I spent three years up there plus a year in Aldershot. I learnt how to cook and clean clothes, about paying bills, how to keep warm, how to cure a hangover, how to study, how to make friends, how to keep in touch with people and a plethora of other skills all of which I use today. I learnt how to live - how to be an adult.

Don't stay at home and study. Be bold. Leave. Live. Love. Learn.

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