Expectation vs. Reality (Medic Series)
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Everyone said it wouldn't be any harder. Everyone said university isn’t a step up but a step across. Don’t believe them. Don’t take their word for it. They lie. At least for me. University was the hardest thing I've ever done. I love living alone, I loved being independent, I love being able to do what I wanted, when I wanted to do it, but making new friends isn't easy for me. I find it hard to make friends let alone become confident enough in that friendship to let them in, to open up and be me. Being in a flat with no friends is hard. This article really struck a cord with me because I can relate on so many levels. I've always been relatively mature – even if I do say so myself – so I didn't mind suddenly having to manage finances. That wasn't the hard part. Time managing is my strong point. I love being organised have a schedule and making plans, way too far in advance than is necessary. I think it's very course dependent but I struggled. I kne