Dear First Semester Mic,
What a year you’re in for. You don’t know it yet but you’re about to get onto a really bumpy, windy and crazy rollercoaster for the next few months. Some of it won’t be what you expected, and some of it will exceed your expectations, but it’s going to be a year that teaches you a hell of a lot about yourself, that’s for sure.
Moving into the big bad place known as “Stab City” three days after you turned 18 was always going to be fun. A disastrous move perhaps, but still really fun. You’re suddenly thrown the responsibility of becoming an adult all at once, and I have to say you handled it pretty well for the most part. I’m delighted to say that you were right in ignoring everyone who said “But English isn’t what you really want to do, is it?” and “Maybe repeating would be a better option?” Your faith in the quote “everything happens for a reason” shone through, and although New Media and English wasn’t your calling, you made the right decision to stick it out and hope for better things to come.
On the very day that you move in, you’re going to meet somebody who’ll soon become one of your closest friends. You’re going to bond with her because while you’re crying over a boy that doesn’t like you, she’ll be pouring vodka down your throat, and this is like the day after you meet her. Immediately you’ll come to the conclusion: I like her, I think I’ll keep her. You’re going to meet so many new people in these first few weeks, but Emma will be one the one that stays with you through thick and thin. And you’ll reward her by coming to her house the morning after a night out, telling her all the gossip, and then falling asleep in her bed while she studies. On multiple occasions.
You know that boy I just mentioned that had already pissed you off the minute you stepped in the door? Yeah, please keep away from him. He’s… Not the nice guy you thought he was. Stop going back to him. You look like an idiot, actually scratch that, you are an idiot. Why you constantly attempt to impress somebody who makes you feel like dirt, I have no idea. On Monday you’re going to be saying “I really like him”, and by Wednesday you’ll hate him again, and it’s really not worth your time. It’s the end of semester two now, and it still pisses you off just looking at him. Oh, and this semester you’re going to vow to Emma that you won’t go back to “semester one boy”. Hate to break it to you, but you will. It’s all a part of being a teenage girl I’m afraid.
You’re going to be sitting in the boring and tedious lecture that is Gothic Literature one morning and get a text from your Mum that’s about to make your day/week/life: “You went up to a B3 in English.” and then it’s hello Journalism! You’re going to love this course, and be so glad that you changed, even though all the messing around with transferring fees and timetables almost gave you heart failure. It will be obvious from the first tutorial you attend that this is the course for you, and that Journalism is your calling in life. You’re going to meet some amazing – and I mean truly amazing – people. Being in such a small course means that you’ll really get to know everyone, and as Holly described us in a recent blog post, “We’re like one big, strange, dysfunctional family and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You’re going to go through a lot together, but the hardest of times reveal the truest of friends and amongst the journalists you’re sure to find quite a few friends for life.
You’re going to spend a lot of the first semester worrying about whether or not you’re a good enough writer. Stop right now, because the amount of blogging and writing and over-all working your ass off that you’re about to do next semester is more than substantial. I wish you’d taken some time to sit back and say, “You know what, I’m proud of myself” because you should be. You tried your very best, and I guess that’s all that matters in the end.