When will it hit? When is it gonna feel like I’m in University? Or is this just what it feels like? Sitting in the Library, scratching my head, staring at PDFs about people in foreign places and old people dying and abortion and wondering: Will this hit? Has this hit?

To be honest, it has. I humble myself and remember that I’m not doing a degree in law or engineering or computer science or anything else that sounds like the academic equivalent of dragging nuts through a field of glass. I could have it a lot worse. In this sense University is almost like a reward: I slugged through years at Middle School and High School, completely miserable for most of it, sitting in cramped classrooms with the heating on way too high, stressing over not being able to do my six times tables (I still can’t).

A year 13 teacher told me I was a ‘University guy’. I have no idea what that means, but I guess it’s that I would’ve liked having autonomy over the time I spend on school grounds and what I spend that time doing. And, I mean, I do. I like not being 18 years old and asking a cunt of a substitute if I can “Pwetty Pwease Go To The Bathwoom”. I do feel a little lost, though. Call it culture shock, call it whatever. Maybe I just can’t muster the urgency, maybe I’m just not taking it seriously enough. Maybe my degree just isn’t serious; As much as ARTSCI videos may stress the importance of creative endeavors.

So, has it hit? Will it hit? It has, it will. To confess; this column is more like a way of me jinxing myself, and soon the massive weight of academia will come pissing down my back, and it’ll call it rain.