University is Difficult

University is difficult.

Sure, many who have come before me have said this. Sure, my teachers and parents (who did not actually finish Year 12) have said this. Sure, I probably dreamed that my dogs said this. But there is a difference between hearing it and living it.

I have almost finished my first trimester of my Bachelor of Zoology and Animal Science course, and to be truly honest, I thought it would have been far more difficult. Or at least the study would have been. I have been faced with different issues since moving from my lovely town to a small city, issues I never thought I would face.

Boys, living on my own, alcohol, relationships, money, partying... For the first few weeks of living on campus in my building, that's all there was. That's all we had to focus on. And for a while, everything was perfect and settled. Thursday nights we would go down to the clubs and go home with some beautiful stranger we would never see again (or not if you were lucky). Other than that, there was nothing to stress about.

But after some time, I found myself in far too much drama. Bad things had happened to me in a club, these boys I was friends with turned against me, I was running out of money and friends, and then class started.

I wish I could say it's been uphill from then on, but it hasn't. It's still been a tough one.

When I was told university was going to be difficult, I hadn't expected it in this way. Honestly, the hardest part of being here is trying to avoid people you used to know - be it your ex-best friends who share almost all the same classes as you, the 'no strings attached' that you began to like, the one guy you lost your V-Card to with horrible drunken sex, or just people you thought once cared about you but never did.

Yeah, Uni is hard.