To Stay or Not to Stay: Saying Goodbye to University at the End of Term
Does the end of term have to mean saying goodbye to York for four months? Staying at University over the Summer can be the perfect option…
It is hard to believe that the academic year is coming to an end already. I honestly can’t get my head around the fact that I’ve nearly finished my first year, now a third of the way into my degree and a whole year has past since taking my A levels. I am sure that we all share mixed feelings as we come to the end of third term. I know that I am certainly feeling sad about leaving my friends for so long, and I can’t imagine how strange it will feel not seeing them for four long months. However, there are other things about first year that I certainly won’t miss; our kitchen floor being so filthy that it has become an actual health hazard to walk in there bare foot; our oven taking (I’m not exaggerating) an entire hour to heat up. On the other hand though, the thought of moving off campus and living in a real and proper adult house, negotiating paying our own bills and having actual responsibility is a somewhat scary prospect, and certainly one that I do not feel anywhere near ready for.
Although the end of term may be rapidly approaching, this does not necessarily mean that we have to say goodbye to York until September. For many of us, there is still the option of staying here over the Summer, whether this is remaining in halls or moving into student housing early. Whilst some of us rush home as soon as possible, for others, the thought of staying at university is far more appealing.
For one thing, staying in York over the summer means that you can remain free from the controls of nagging parents. After living without them and doing what you want for eight months, coming home and having to do as you’re told is bound to be bit of a culture shock. Just little things like having to eat your meals at certain times rather than eating whenever you like (i.e. all the time) can all seem a bit much, and after four months at home, doing what you want at university may seem like a distant dream. Staying at university over the summer means that you can continue living like an adult, laying down your own rules and generally continuing with what has come to be your own version of normality.
Leaving York for four months also means leaving behind the likes of Revs, Phats and Fibbers, which in itself is a pretty sad thought. If your home town has one slightly suspect, dodgy club, night-life over the Summer doesn’t seem particularly promising. Staying at York over the summer means that you can keep paying your regular pilgrimage to Society, go on buying far too many Jäger bombs in Parish and continue to make the routine trip to Salt and Pepper at the end of the night for those amazing chips and gravy.
For many of us, remaining in York over the summer also means that you can continue working, or find a new job. It may be the case that in many of our home towns, the prospect of finding work is pretty low, with there being the odd empty pub or café if you’re lucky. However, as both a university town and a tourist destination, the job prospects in York may be far better, with there being endless bars and restaurants to choose from. For some, then, staying here over the summer has the huge benefit of regular work, which can also mean the prevention of inevitable boredom.
Having said this, for others the pull of home is certainly starting to be felt. The thought of home cooked meals, clean, ironed bedsheets and free alcohol can be enough to make our hearts ache in these final weeks of term, and the journey back home cannot be made soon enough. However, what is for certain is that the end of the year is a funny mix of feelings; whether you are heading home or staying at York, whether you’re finishing first year or your degree all together, it seems like an end of an era, an end of what has come to be normal over the past few months. As I prepare to head home for Summer in a couple of weeks, I have began to realise just how much I will miss York, whether it’s the ridiculous numbers of geese, the far too frequent trips to Nisa or the Deniz’ chicken nuggets.