3 years, 6 months ago

If university isn’t the best time of your life, you’re not alone

The best of Voices delivered to your inbox every week - from controversial columns to expert analysis Sign up for our free weekly Voices newsletter for expert opinion and columns Sign up to our free weekly Voices newsletter SIGN UP I would like to be emailed about offers, events and updates from The Independent. University would be the place where I’d meet my real, proper friends, bound together by a series of misadventures involving terrible fancy dress and stolen traffic cones. The three years would be like one long sleepover, spending days snaffling cold pizza from the kitchen and eating it in bed, occasionally attending lectures about Shakespeare before heading on yet another big night out, fuelled only by takeaways and – let’s be honest – alcohol. While I have friends who talk at length about how university was the best time of their life, all I can think is: “Can’t relate.” I knew university wasn’t going to be for me after about two weeks into my first term. It’s fair to assume that many people would rather not be saddled with £50k worth of debt just to go to two lectures a week and watch a grown man fumble with a PowerPoint presentation.

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