The End Of Education

As of Tuesday last week I have finished university. I sat my (hopefully) last ever exam in Marketing the Media and walked out to the future. I don't want to get deep, cheesey or even philiosphical about this, but it is strange. Having not taken a gap year I have been in education from the age of 4, 16 years. I have always known what the next step is, it's always been learning from September to about June, and then a few months off and then back in September. Even the change to go to university wasn't drastically different, my year still worked out the same.

Now, there's nothing.

I can now do anything I want, for me this is both scary and exciting. I'm a guy who likes to have a plan and to do know what's going on, and my parents and girlfriend more so. It's not a bad way to be, but it can seem restricting. But I'm not the sort of person to just bum about with a shit job, but maybe I'll have to do that for a few months. I really don't know. I'd love to travel, especially in America, but it's finding the people who want to do the same things and it's definitely finding the money. But I'm looking forward to hopefully finding an exciting job in advertising, possibly moving in with my girlfriend and *cliche alert* living my life.

Here's how my first week of no education has panned out so far:

Post-exam night out:



Dressed up for the course ball:



Dressed up not so nice - Summer Ball feat. Bombay Bicycle Club:



And Mr and Mrs Giraffe:




Pretty good first week I say.