I got offered and accepted and offer at a great University doing a degree that will get me a good job in the future. But with all the expectations of what University is supposed to be, I found myself miserable. Living in halls was horrible: the people I shared a kitchen with were horrible and I underestimated the costs of living. Books alone used up my loan for the first month. Constantly partying wasn't my scene either so it was difficult to make friends. This lead to what I think was depression, I stopped eating and started drinking to solve my problems. I was so close to quitting when I spoke to a mentor provided through the University and just burst into tears. Eventually I had to move back home and travel to University to get over the depression and to stop drinking so much.

I didn't quit. And now, going into fourth year, I'm glad I stuck at it. After one year, I'll have a good degree that could lead to a good job. Without speaking to my mentor I would have never recovered from that on my own. What it made me realise that your dreams coming true might not necessarily be what you expect. Accepting a set back was definitely the best thing I could have done.