jacqulineolives

Hi! My name is Magy, I’m 18, and I’m a first-year student. I’ve enrolled on a law degree;
I’ve always wanted to get to the bottom of unusual issues and explore new subjects.
Studying at university is nothing like school. Here, you don’t owe anyone anything, and yet, at the same time, you owe everything: it’s entirely up to you
to decide whether to go to a lecture, hand in an assignment, or get enough sleep. Sometimes it feels as though I’m an adult. And sometimes, as though I’m
just a clumsy person who’s been let loose in the big city and told: ‘Figure it out for yourself.’
I love mornings on campus, when it’s still quiet, but the smell of coffee is already in the air, and students are heading off, some to their lectures, others just to ‘have a wander before
their first class’. I always have a book, my headphones and a USB stick with an unfinished story in my rucksack, I suppose I’m one of those
romantics who genuinely believe in the power of words.
Sometimes I get tired, of the pace, of people, of the constant race to ‘get things done’. But then I see someone reading my pieces in
the student newspaper, or a lecturer saying, ‘You know how to get to the heart of things’, and…