The modern day teen dreams of going to university, finding their prince and graduating with a square hat which is thrown in the air to celebrate three years of drinking, playing, sleeping oh, and 'studying'.
I am currently teetering on the edge of hysteria whilst choosing where I will spend three years of pleasure that graduates brag about until their dying day; 'Once I was so drunk I carried a full market stall from the market, back to my house just to have as a garden ornament and now I have a beautiful little job doing whatever I want.' I am obviously only concentrating on the exciting passtimes of crazy students as they tend to love the memories of their wild ways, 'back in the day'.
So what do I go for? The beautiful city that I adore that is the geordie filled Newcastle, where the grades are so high I get a nosebleed just thinking about them? Or do I go for a more achievable Liverpool John Moores, where the accent of the natives truly grinds my soul into pieces so small that even hades would befriend me?
The struggle continues.
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