Millie’s Musings: A Reflection on my Second Year at University

Millie’s Musings: A Reflection on my Second Year at University

There is a particular scene in one of the best movies of the 21st century, Mamma Mia!, (don’t fight me on this) that always brings me to tears. Bride-to-be Sophie is helped by her mother Donna to get ready for her wedding, and they share an extremely emotional duet of ABBA’s ‘Slipping Through My Fingers.’ Although it is a song which describes a mother’s sadness at her daughter growing up too fast, I feel as though we all can connect to the main apprehension of not being in control of time and feeling as though your life is moving at lightening speed right in front of your eyes.

So, I wouldn’t liken my emotional response to the end of second year as the exact same as my response to this scene, which usually involves me trying to keep it together on the sofa as my lower eyelid twitches to keep the salty tears from spilling. But, I definitely will look back on certain moments of second year with an immense fondness, similar to that of my first year. Whilst my first year of university was full of anxiety and dread at certain points, especially in the first term, I feel as though I found my flow quicker this year, despite the increase in workload. I had a lot of ups and downs with my living situation. This includes moving into a Travelodge at one point so we had access to hot water. But you just learn to laugh when life presents you with a certain set of circumstances – me and my flatmates definitely chuckle when we think about trying to run a bath with a kettle and a bunch of pots and pans.

The funny thing about university, is that all my life I had known it was going to be something I did. Ever since I was young, my Mum had instilled in me that this was the path I was going to go down, and now I’m on this path, I feel somewhat lost. I thought it was going to be an experience which lasts a lot longer than it feels like its lasting, and those supposed ‘best years of your life’ are, to quote ABBA, slipping through my fingers. Despite this somewhat sombre conclusion, I am actually firmly looking forward to my final year at Queen Mary, in which I will fill with friends, books, and a whole lot of laughter. I hope you all do the same!

 

Image – Blanca González Alba


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