Graduation Day
Rewind five years ago. It's March 2017, and I'm in my room in The Courtyard at Hull University. I'm studying joint honours English Literature and Philosophy, and no one else but me knows that I am utterly failing the philosophy side of my course. And as I sat in that room, I wondered 'what if I had gone to Bristol, to UWE, like I was supposed to?' What if I made a mistake in choosing to go to Hull last minute, because the only reason I switched to Hull was to study joint honours, and I was failing half of my degree less than a year in. I sat in that room and I went back and forth, deliberating, wondering if I was a quitter for giving up this soon, if I'd be seen as a failure for leaving. And in the end, it came down to something very simple. Life was too short and the debt was too extreme to put myself through a course I didn't enjoy in a city I didn't like. That was the night I chose UWE Bristol for the second time. I came to Bristol and to UWE feeling ...