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MY UNI EXPERIENCE GOOD/BAD

HELLO PEOPLE.

Today I thought I’d discuss my university experience. So many people go to university now, and it is possible for anyone. Except being in debt FOREVER. Anyways, I didn’t want to put anyone off going to university but to give those heading off to university in September a mini insight.

SO i worked my butt off at college to get into nursing. It was my dream to be a neonatal nurse, I studied extra courses so I’d get accepted SOMEWHERE. Everyone trying to get into Nursing understands how hard it is to get into the university of your choice.

All the universities closer to home, either gave me interviews and said no or said no straight away (confidence boost, yay). However, London South Bank University accepted me! I was over the moon!

After the initial excitement was over, I realised I’d be leaving so much behind. My friends, Family and my boyfriend (at the time). All though  I was willing to do whatever it took to be a nurse.

ARRIVAL 

I turned up on my first day at university to an absolute s**t hole. My student halls were made up of around 8 blocks of orange brick, which looked so outdated it was disgusting. Inside was so much worse. To start the keys turn the wrong way to a normal key.. brilliant start. Once you entered the heavy fire doors, you’d head up these BRIGHT green stairs which lead to the letter box sized rooms. I will insert a photo below of the room (this was actually when i left so it looked kind of clean ).

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So as you can see the paint is coming off the walls, the mattress is worn and just gross. I had to get new curtains as mine were ripped and full of dust. So, my mum was pretty upset to leave me there lets put it that way. ALSO, this room cost £120 a WEEK to rent. HOW RIDICULOUS.

FIRST FEW WEEKS 

Moving onto fresher’s week. The week of making fake friends and getting so drunk you don’t remember your own name. Its all rubbish, and a way to waste all your money.

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My first few weeks consisted of being drunk, going through a break up, falling out with my flat mates (I lived with 5 other girls) and missing my family stupid amounts.

My eating habits suffered massively. I’m not a brilliant eater anyway, but the state of the kitchen made it worse. The flat parties would leave alcohol stains and mysterious marks all over, which made it impossible for me to feel comfortable to eat ANYTHING. So i lived off the chip shop van and biscuits. (Photo below of me eating biscuits hungover, in onesie) A result of this i lost a stupid amount of weight, and for someone who was quite athletic and slim. It made a difference.

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THE WARDS

So we finally got our uniform which i will show you below also, which barley fit me because i was so titchy by then. It was white which eventually turned yellowish from washing. But it was bearable.

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Once i got on to the wards for my placements (i was at great Ormond’s street) I was completely overwhelmed by the volume of heartache and sadness amongst the wards. I had the idea in my head that the nurses would treat the patients but also make sure they left with a smile on their faces. I was left with nurses who didn’t want to be their and were massively overworked.

I’d have panic attacks every time someone spoke to me with a slightly mean tone, and would cry whenever i left the wards. I slowly started to believe I wasn’t made for the job I once wished to do SO badly.

LEAVING

So after many tearful conversations with my parents at 3am i decided to drop out. The process wasn’t easy and you have to go through many interviews and conversations to be let out of the course and the accommodation.

Even writing this now it does sound all negative BUT there were many positives, I discovered a lot about myself and who i am. I met so many interesting people and have made some really close friends for life.

So this is a little insight into life as a student nurse, hopefully more people will recognise the funding needed for the NHS to provide more support and help through the training, to encourage others into the role.

There are SO many other areas i will be talking about regarding my experience at university, but I’ll leave this blog here.

Have a lovely day.

x

 

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