I don’t usually write about my personal life but this one is kinda epic to ignore. Like any other teenagers at the tender age of 19, a considerable number that have barely touched alcohol, I will be studying abroad in the UK. The University of Hull is my undergraduate choice, pursuing BSc Accounting and Financial Management, albeit few A’s in my GCE A-level would have helped me to get into a more prestigious one.
It’s too nerve-wrecking to take much longer, yet I got my visa 10 days before departing—exactly a week after my visa application at Wisma MCA. The priority visa service does really take 3-4 working days to process but don’t forget it also takes 2-3 working days to courier back to your address.
I spent the past few weeks getting things for the UK. Bought a new ASUS laptop, a Hush Puppies check-in baggage, toiletries, etc. All these preparations only remind me that the time is come, at last.
It’s only a week left and I’ll be departing from Tawau on 21 September and flying to London on 22. I want that very day to come faster, yet I don’t know whether I’m geared up for it. On second thought, I don’t wanna leave my hometown.
Why? Firstly it’s going to be so inconvenient shifting all my stuffs over. Secondly, by departing, I am amputating everything here. How’re papa and mama doing in Tawau? How’s dad’s business doing the past few months? How much has Tawau changed when I’m away? I’m gonna miss out all that. Thirdly, the cultural shock upon touching down in England for months may be far too great to manage independently, and I fear that the first few months at university will be messy.
I don’t mean to make a big fuss out of flying in September to the UK. And I don’t wish to be self-absorbed. But this nature of anticipatory phase—consisted in both excitement and dread—is tormenting me inside.
And when it arrives the day university term starts, I envisage students from all over the world streaming onto campus grounds with an optimistic air. They cannot wait any longer to get their brains chugging. Those who had lost their girlfriends are ready to fish. The females, meanwhile, are excited but cautious of varsity life, and look forward to mingle around. Amid blushful exchanges of self-introduction, everyone knows university makes a fine interacting ground.
This is not the only reason why students anticipate university. Some can’t wait to challenge their intellectual boundaries, racing for First Class Honours, finding fame too. For once, they are actually interested in their own education . The sense of specialising in a particular field feels unprecedentedly good, not least because they have floated along a carefully-planned education mainstream all their childhood life.
Still, beyond education alone, I suppose varsity represents a funny mix of social life, breaking rules, discovering one’s own identity, and learning to be an adult. It’s a midway point, though, between childhood and adult life, where students behave like teenagers and yet hold all adult rights. But after all, that’s what gives foreign varsity exciting. The messy culture.