A disorganised rant about what I have learnt this year, what I liked or disliked, a bit of everything really.
On a general level, I must admit I have loved this academic year. I have realised, like I wrote back in September that I should have been in university all my life, instead of school where you get told the same every single day.
I absolutely love university and I realise I am very lucky to be able to afford it. And because I didn't really know what to expect coming to university abroad, I was not deceived by unmet expectations.
I have met some really awesome, interesting and inspiring people, especially Danny, the most passionate person about Journalism I have ever met and whom I will especially miss next year as he is going to China. Thanks to him, I got to work for the Lancashire Evening Post with Chris, Mike and him. It was an amazing experience.
My tutors. My tutors were the greatest. I love learning and, because I'd only experienced school, high school and similar systems, I felt like I was really learning something for once. Something new every lecture. I have found the place I want to be (for now). I think my writing has improved a lot, so has my confidence even if it is still not at its greatest yet.
Some awesome people and some jerks, like everywhere I guess. I had a few problems with an individual but he should not be a problem any more as I took care of it (no I did not go psycho on him, I went to my tutors).
On the negative side, I thought we were taught too little. I have never seen a course where you only get taught eight hours a week. It might be the way they do it in England but I used to have more than 30 hours a week on my Photography course, starting at 8 am almost every day and often on Saturdays too (when my teacher decided to show up that is). If I had known, I would have taken one or two more modules.
Do not hope to see anyone on campus before 9am or perhaps the last students in the library. 9 in the morning. That is not an hour to start the day! You can't get fresh bread before nine, how revolting for my belgian french-ish self, used to bakeries opening at six, even five am. The streets of Preston are empty before 9am. Seriously people, you start at 9 and finish at 5, sometimes before that, and eat at 6, 7 at the latest. This is no way of life.
This year I have kept my good old determination and my bad character, I am not ready to change my habits just yet, perhaps my path since I have decided to transfer from Journalism to International Journalism next year.
I also have decided to go volunteer at the community cafe on Friargate, this oughta be interesting.
Next year is going to be even better than the one that just passed by like a second.