Social Science - Psychology, Sociology, German, and Video Production One.

Once upon a time, far, far, away, I was in the seventh form. People kept asking what was I going to do with my life. Where was I going next? To be honest with you, I had no idea. The easiest option, it seemed to me, was university. So with no clue as to what I wanted my future to hold, I perused the list of courses and chose a rather random selection of subjects purely because they looked a bit interesting.
With that, my future was decided. My destiny was in my control. I don't think I realised at the time exactly how much I was in control of. Uni isn't like school. No one appears to care if you're there or not. I guess the assumption is made that if you're spending all that money then you probably want to be there and that being said, it's safe to assume you'd make the effort to attend your lectures. That's not quite how it worked out for me.
I had this power, I could go to uni, I could stay home. It was my decision to make, and make it I did.
At the same time as all this power was going to my head, I also felt cool, I'd moved into my first flat. It was just me and two guys I kinda knew. I often wonder what might have happened had I moved into the halls, or a flat full of square students, I'm not sure I would be any different. It was in this flat I re-discovered the joys of marajuana. My consumption skyrocketed, until the phrase 'stoner girl' became sadly familiar, and I think this was when my motivation fell, sunk like a stone in fact. And it's really needless to say, but I'll say it anyway; I stoppped attending my lectures.
I started enjoying my youth. Drinking, smoking, sleeping all day only to stay up all night. Uni didn't really fit. Aside from the fact I had developed a terrible phobia of tutorials and no matter how hard I tried, I simply couldn't bring myself to attend even one. It snowballed from there, once I'd missed a number of tutorials I couldn't start going to them. People might look at me, (that's paranoia).
I failed uni, ended up with a horrendous debt and nothing to show for it, except the experience of being a drop out, and a slight dependency on a drug which hung around a lot longer than uni ever would have. Who would have guessed it? I never got to Germany, to interview mental patients and make it into a documentary. What a shame. I could have changed the world.