Going off to college always seemed like the next vacation I couldn’t wait to go on.
At least, that’s how it felt to me and that is definitely how I left to join my masters.
Obviously, I knew it would be a lot of work and in fact, I was all geared up to do all the work. I was actually excited to get the chance to go, study, learn new things, do a lot of work, and maybe, just, maybe finish as someone who had learned loads, who knew better, well, I guess as an adult.
The fact that no one warned me about was, there’d be no help.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, all my lecturers are nice and they kept asking me to just ask if any of us needed anything and all that.
But here’s the catch.
When you step into that college to do your masters all excited, the fact is, you don’t know shit! Excuse my language., but that is the fact. You actually don’t know what you’re doing, how to do stuff or in fact, how the university works, at all!
Having just moved to England to do my master from India, I was used to being spoon fed. The teachers told us what to do, and we did it.
But this was a new experience. It was more of lecturers telling you the final output they wanted and then asking us to well, do it.
There’s no backup, no information, no help.
The truth is, all the resources are given to us. The problem is, it’s very new to us. The fact is, it takes time to get used to and understand these resources.
This means, until you understand, it might feel like you’ve been left alone in the forest. But again, don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.
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