Confessions Of A Mature Student

First time round I glided through college. I did enough to get by. Usually I was in by 10 but by 1 PM checking out the latest collection in Topshop took higher priority than going to a 3 pm politics class. Queue finals and I scraped through. The past few years had been a total blur and I was supposed to be out in the big, big world. I wasn't 100% sure what lay ahead but I put one foot in front of the other until one day shortly after I turned 30 I decided that I wanted to do things differently. I was going back to college on top of working full time.

Upon walking into my first lecture I became immediately aware that I was one of those mature students I used to snigger about.. It's a very strange and old place position to be in.. These are things I have noticed:

When you tell people you are 30 they look at you with a shocked expression

You have to work full-time and go to college

You tell people to shusssssh..

You genuinely find students texting in the middle of lectures rude

You feel very out of touch

You sit at the front

When fellow students speak about planning Summers in Ios, Ibiza, Huntington Beach and Thai Land you find yourself telling them to 'appreciate it now'

You are appalled at their social life. You would never think of going out mid-week

You may be older than the lecturer

You cry with tiredness frequently

You never see your friends

You are perpetually overwhelmed and stressed

You are living on chocolate

You have NO love life

You question your style in comparison to your fellow students..

Around exams you feel like the most stressed person in the world

You are envious of their naturally glowing skin