Choose uni. Choose a degree. Choose a bachelors, masters, PhD. Choose late-night studies in the library. Choose hanging out in societies. Choose binging lectures on demand at twice the speed. Choose drinking seshes in the union bar with your mates until late. Choose halls and kitchen rotas and fire alarms before sunrise.
Choose lunch queues and overpriced coffees. Choose high-weighted coursework and lagging internet. Choose 9am lectures, lengthy commutes, coming home late with exams on your mind. Choose stubborn lecturers who won't give you answers. Choose getting into the uni newspaper. Choose entering competitions for the fun of it. Choose University Challenge.
Choose rankings based on vague reasoning. Choose cramped lecture halls and dodgy fold-up desks. Choose the Pomodoro technique. Choose an awkward attempt at a hookup. Choose an insufficient maintenance loan to cover for a mountain of student debt. Choose budgeting. Choose your graduation. Choose being force-fed AI tutorials. Choose ignorant flatmates. Choose your future.
Choose uni. After all, what else are you gonna do for three years? I'm in it for the friends more than anything.
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