If only there was a degree in procrastination

My friend Emma 'working' at the library.

I was going to write a post about freshers week and what to expect, but for some strange reason there are large gaps in my memory. So instead I thought it would only be appropriate to talk about everyones favourite thing to do, procrastination. Before I started university I can honestly say procrastination was not a big part of my life but times have changed.

 I am only a first year student so I understand that I do not have the right to complain about assignments, unless I want to be hunted down and hated by every second and third year at my university. For some reason I could sit there for hours with absolutely nothing to do but when I get told I have an assignment, at that very moment I seem to want to stare out my window and think about life and my place in society or download a free months trial of Netflix and try to watch a whole series of Breaking Bad in a day; in case you were wondering it is possible.

Before I arrived at university I looked at advice pages and twitter posts from first year students.  There were many tweets that I found funny but there seemed to be a recurring theme. One said: “university is like being a child again, you watch Disney movies all day in your onesie and nap.” I thought this was amusing, never did I think it was actually true. I can’t seem to cope without a nap in between lectures.

A great benefit of doing a degree in Journalism is that I have found a way I can watch Disney movies in my onesie yet actually do work at the same time. An important part of my degree is something called shorthand. We are constantly told to practise shorthand in our spare time, most probably during lectures but just in case I cannot read it back, I think good practise is watching something like the Lion king and just writing down what Simba says in shorthand. Technically it makes good practise and I don’t feel so bad for procrastinating.

I’m not sure how to finish this post, as yet again if I am being totally honest I wrote this post in two instalments because I had to catch up on the latest episode of TOWIE.

Which procrastinator are you? http://www.boredpanda.org/guide-to-procrastination-angela-liao/

Moving to University...

The Brayford pool. Lincoln University. Photo by Katherine Morten

Moving to university was one of the most nerve wracking things I have ever had to do. There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted to go, but it was an apprehensive journey.

Running up to the ‘big’ move all of my family would say “Young Katherine moving away, I just cannot believe it.’’ At first I was like, it's no big deal right? It was not until the night before I had to leave the nest that I went into an absolute mental break down.

I sat in my empty room thinking to myself I’m moving, I am actually moving. What the hell am I thinking moving away from the comfort of my parent’s home and the familiar hustle and bustle of my beautiful city of London.

Why? Why on earth would someone leave London, it had everything I needed,  I was moving to the city of Lincoln; a place I knew little about.

All I can say is there is no looking back. I am three quarters of a way through my first year as a Journalism fresher and hand on heart it is the best decision I have ever made.

The word happy cannot be defined as it means something different to every individual. Though in my eyes this is the happiest I have ever felt and that has nothing to do with the £2 double vodka kicks at Superbull every friday.

The constant wonder of will I make friends? Will someone think I am weird? Will I enjoy my degree? All these things rushed through my head running up to my university experience and they were soon forgotten. I can honestly say I have made some of the best friends  in such a short space of time. Yes, they all think I am weird but in a good way because it turns out we are all just as nutty as each other (not naming anyone specific).

 Most importantly of course, the initial worries of whether or not a degree in Journalism was right for me or whether I was the right candidate for a degree in Journalism had soon washed away. All that matters is that I am enjoying every minute of it. I have learnt so much in the past few months and look forward to the next few years.