‘I often felt like a failure’: Sharna on growing up at uni
I was nineteen when I first started university. Going from teenager to young adult, I didn’t have a clue what to expect. For a long time I was worried that I was doing everything wrong.
I had gone from living at home with my family and having their constant guidance to suddenly having to do it on my own. And rather than being by my side, my mum was down the phone, miles away.
I made so many mistakes in the first year. I would make terrible meals when I attempted to cook, often making food explode in the microwave. I would spend more than my weekly budget and not have enough for all of my essentials. I left assignments until the last minute which affected my grades.
I now had to figure out independent day-to-day life with cooking, cleaning and paying rent as well as developing a new work ethic. My teachers no longer spoon-feed me what I had to learn like at secondary school - I was responsible for my assignments as well as keeping myself fed and healthy.
I often felt like a failure. I was sure I’d never figure out how to ‘adult’ like the other students at university. I would look at them shopping at Tesco or see how organised their flats were and it made me wonder if I was the only one who wasn’t good at being a grown-up.
I had to keep going
The only way I could push through that anxiety was to simply live life. Rather than begging my family to bring me home or writing off the day when I made a mistake, I had to keep going. In the real world, set-backs don’t mean you have to stop everything.
Through the second and third year, everything did start coming naturally to me. I got better at cooking, budgeting got easier and I learned to plan my assignments better. By surviving each hurdle, I found the next problem easier to manage.
I also realised I wasn’t the only one confused by student life. All students were doing the best they could do, and they weren’t perfect.
While some students may have learned how to tackle responsibilities quickly or had more experience at living independently, some people – like me – took a bit longer to get the hang of it. Even if some of my fellow students looked like they knew what they were doing, I often found they were just as unsure as I was.
University gave me the push I needed to grow up. Not only was I surrounded by young adults in the same position as me, I was able to throw myself into looking after myself.
I navigated the world of socialising as an adult, which was very different from getting along with people as a teenager. I had my first relationship and heartbreak, which taught me lessons about love and resilience. I took responsibility for myself and my mental health as well as dealing with my emotions.
Enjoying the ride
Now that I’ve just finished my third year of undergraduate studying, I’m amazed at how much I have grown. In the first year, I never believed I had the potential to get through university and take care of myself.
But the growth and change within me had happened without me noticing it. There isn’t a textbook you can read to learn everything you need to know. It’s not the sort of thing that can be taught in classes. It just happens.
At 22, I still make mistakes. I know I have a lot to learn, outside of university and beyond. But after taking the jump to live away from home even when it scared me, I feel a bit older and wiser. As scary as growing up can be, it will happen whether we like it or not.
The best way to grow up is to simply live life, learn from each mistake and enjoy the ride into adulthood.