what was Uni like for you?

[northernhord]

Unfortunately (for me) my uni experience was a joke. Bath Spa UNiversity College delivered a Creative Music Technology that was understaffed underresourced and didn't give a hoot about the problems. After a year of getting shafted thanks to teachers deciding to break rules, ignore their own complaints procedure and not fixing technical problems (that led to me failing work I was immensely confident and proud of) whilst not giving a damn I quit. I couldn't see any future in pursuing it other than getting into debt. Unfortunately also I have discovered that no one takes you seriously when you are in this kind of position; it's very much one person vs the system. Even the NUS couldn't give a stuff.

I would recommend people against going to uni at all given how I felt afterwards; I woudl say don't bother unless you are sure you can afford it or that you are going to definitely get somewhere afterwards. I wasted time on this course and got into debt. Certainly didn't get anywhere as a musician. Courses like this are great for the teachers, but are just an excuse for dolebound amateur dj's and the like to waste time in their lives.

One of my old mates from Manc started a creative writing/religious studies degree at Bath Spa, he didnt last long and kept getting lost on account of the place bein in the sticks

 

[i_hate_beckham]

The worst time of my life, ended up becoming a self-haming suicidal alcoholic.

 

[northernhord]

The worst time of my life, ended up becoming a self-haming suicidal alcoholic.

bet your glad you got out of that bubble.

 

[Wolveryeti]

2002-2005 Magdalen Oxford.

Really enjoyed it - and not as full of braying inbred twats as you would imagine. Spent first year laughing at how easy everything was and boggling at all the idiots who were doing work. Doing loads of interesting drugs (thankyou magicplants.com, thankyou Yanks with legal speed), and being appalled at the cheery fakeness of the student massive, which really brought out the misanthrope in me. Luckily in my second year, I found some great misanthropes to hang out with and drink tea and be grumpy with. My eyes were also opened to the divine revelation that punting is the shizzle nizzle. Unfortunately in the meantime I realised I knew shit-all about my course and my tutors told me to pull my thumb out, so I did, in a mentalist two month coffee fuelled slug during which I ended up really getting into my subject (PPE) but also being horribly stressed through lack of time. The saga ended up with me getting a 2:1.

It may well sound a bit geeky now, but I slightly wish I'd put more work in, given the ridiculous wealth of resources available to me. Oh well.

 

[wishface]

One of my old mates from Manc started a creative writing/religious studies degree at Bath Spa, he didnt last long and kept getting lost on account of the place bein in the sticks

Yes, it's location is stupid. Nice place, way way off the beaten track.