Life has a funny way of surprising you, of rendering useless any plans you’ve made in a vain attempt to introduce some form of organisation in your day-to-day life.
A year ago I was looking at universities, revising for exams and looking at loans and accommodation, absolutely terrified of what this year would bring. I was absolutely adamant that I was going to go straight into further education, that I wasn’t going to delay my education and take a gap year. I wanted to go to London, not because it was the best choice for my course, but because it was away from home and I wanted to live in the capital- completely disregarding the prices or thinking about the crippling debt that particular choice would get me.
I distinctly remember asking many of my friends, ‘Why?' when they told me what they planned to do. As far as I was concerned, I was going to go down the traditional route.
Eleven months later and I’m proving myself wrong.
I’m taking a year out; I have a place deferred for next year, in my hometown, which is the best for my course in the country (after Oxbridge), where I already have a job (thus reducing my debt); I’m currently experiencing what it’s like to work full-time, earning my own money and I’m going back to Nicaragua in a month’s time to live there for eight months, to spend some much needed time with the family I rarely see and to hopefully teach English in the local high school.
The self-doubt, existential crisis, flight instinct has yet to kick in- I have yet to, thankfully, lie awake wondering whether I’ve made the right choice. If I’m being entirely honest, it will most probably happen soon, but not because I’ll have any regrets- that’s just the way I am.
However, the rational side of me knows that I’ve made my decision. I’m not completely skipping out on university, I’m simply postponing it. This year is just what they call it: a gap and it won’t negatively affect me. In fact, so far, I’m confident that I’ve made the right decision.
This year probably won’t end up being a ‘life-changing’ experience and I probably won’t find myself spiritually or be ‘enlightened’ but at least I’d’ve learnt that I shouldn’t ever rule out things completely, because I may just end up going back on my word.