Leave

I'm not sure if I've made this obvious enough in the previous few posts, but I'm in university now. I didn't really think that there was a big difference between uni and poly, but I've been proven wrong in a couple of ways.

The biggest difference, in my opinion, is how quickly you can lose people here - another friend just left the course.

To be brutally honest, I had no intentions of making friends when I stepped into uni - I was still afraid that similar misunderstandings like what happened in the first year of poly would repeat themselves, and I didn't want to take that chance. In my mind, all I wanted to do was study and graduate, and I felt that I could be okay just keeping to myself for the next two years.

I should have known something like that was impossible for me - of course, I also hadn't expected how nice everyone was. Everyone was weird and funny and a complete nerd in their own ways, and I guess we sort of melded into a clique of some sort after a few weeks. It's funny, how we all became friends somewhere along the way.

I was glad. It was nice to have friends, even if I'd lied to myself in the beginning about not needing any.

It's just weird to hear about people leaving the course, I suppose - that wasn't something common in poly but it's the second classmate who's leaving to transfer to a different course now. The course is difficult, that's for sure, but to go as far as to leave... That's a strange thought. It's not as if we'll never see him again, but it's still going to be weird to not see him in class, laughing with us about something stupid or chatting with us or taking selfies.

All the same...

All we can do is support him and wish him luck, right?

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