Last night I stayed in university accommodation for the first time since I lived there in my first year, over four years ago. I just caught myself thinking that now, finally, two years after having graduated, I feel just about ready to start and appreciate that undergrad degree. But then my thoughts happily drifted to the realisation that, actually, the experiences I had during those three years and afterwards have made me this person, a person who feels more confident of how and why they want to go, or could have gone about things. This was one of those reassuring ‘you don’t actually need to be so hard on yourself’ moments. Almost all of my close friends from university have said they’d do things differently if they were to start again as a fresher, but far from being a depressing indication that you completely wasted your time (let’s be honest, every student experience requires at least a healthy dose of procrastination and stupidity), it’s an uplifting sign that the paths you’ve taken over the last few years have led to positive transformation. You can be safer in the knowledge that you’ve changed enough to move onto whatever comes next, and that every stupid move you make from now on can be, in fact, a valuable contribution to your personal development. Now there’s an elaborate justification for locking myself both in and out last week if ever I saw one.