10 Reasons

Anyone who has been graced with my presence (joke obv) in the last week or so will know that I have become exponentially closer to quitting uni...or closer to the mind-set of quitting, at least.
This term, or maybe this whole year in general, has resulted in my huge lack of motivation that has seen me spend far too much time doing everything but working. I know I'm not the only one feeling like this, which really gets me thinking - why the actual hell are we choosing to get into £25k+ dept for a course that we are getting no enjoyment out of?
I don't mean to seem like a massive emo but it's literally got to the point where I cannot stand it any more. Uni is supposed to be the time of my life, and although I enjoy the social side of my existence here, it's not enough. So that brings me to my fun-filled top 10 reasons why my course is pointless and hence my reasoning behind wanting to quit. Please enjoy without feeling the need to slit your wrists.

1. I currently have 9 hours of lectures/seminars a week, the majority of which are completely pointless and subsequently are spent with me asking myself why I bothered to turn up in the first place. 
2. I do not learn anything worthwhile. Ever. Everything I have taught myself in the last year and a half of being here has been courtesy of books and internet - not the teaching. So why exactly am I paying to teach myself? 
3. Doing a writing course is pointless in itself. My writing style hasn't exactly changed, I am writing at the same quality as I was in 6th form. In my opinion, 6th form was more difficult than uni, the workload was more extensive and the teaching so much better - all without having to pay £3000+ a year for it!
4. We are constantly told that it doesn't matter what we do in uni, it's what we do outside that really counts. To sum it up, what my lecturers are telling me is that I could've just applied for internships and work experience after 6th form, without going to uni, as this is what employers look for above all else. Great.
5. Along with this, we are constantly told that print journalism is dying a slow, painful death thanks to the not-so-fantastic world of online journalism and blogging. Therefore the jobs in the industry we were hoping to go into are disappearing - fast. 
6. I know it's all a part of adult life, but the idea of having to work your way upwards in your future job annoys me. I wouldn't be so worried if it didn't ring true for this field more than any other. Obviously I'm aware that I won't be writing for a mainstream consumer magazine straight after uni, but to think that thousands of other students will be looking for similar jobs after graduating (from better universities, might I add) is pretty disheartening. 
7. I don't particularly feel passionately about the fashion industry. I enjoy it - I buy into it (though not so much now I'm on a strict charity shop budget) - but I can't exactly see myself working in it. This was admittedly a misjudgement on my part. Should've just stuck to a bloody normal course afterall.
8. I no longer enjoy writing, full stop. Bad, bad sign. 
9. We always get told different ways of writing/pitching etc by different lecturers. They contradict one another to the point where I'm so confused that I just go ahead and do my own thing anyway.
10. The course in general could be described as disorganised, 'bitty' and...well, just a bit of a mess really. Our assignments often don't match up to what we've been 'taught' (at least for one of the units anyway). If there was a better structure then perhaps I'd know where I was for once.

I'm not sure what is keeping me here at the moment. Maybe the fact that I've paid for two years already and only have a year until I finish should be incentive enough. I just hope that next year is a bit better than this year has been; choosing my final year options last week was a push in the right direction for my waning motivation and positivity, but now I seem to have returned back to my previous depressive mind-set...oh, the joys o' uni.