The end of uni


Friday was the last official day of uni. That’s it. All over.

I’m a motherfucking Master.

It turns out that uni takes up a lot of time. You might think, ‘right, cos of readings and assignments and hanging out on the forum &c’. And, well, yes, that takes up a bit of time. But actually I find that I now have nothing to procrastinate over, and, when you’re studying, about 95% of your time is taken up with procrastinating – feeling guilty about not reading your texts, washing the floor rather than working on your survey instrument, planning unnecessary parties instead of posting on Blackboard. WHO KNEW THIS ALL TOOK UP SO MUCH TIME!!?

Now I’m at a loose end.

Time to learn to tie my laces a new way.


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Nat Newman

Nat Newman is an award-winning writer of short stories, content, podcasts, feature articles, drunk text messages and, soon, a novella.


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