Before you go to uni, you have this idea in your head, this perfect idea, of how everything is going to go down. You're going to meet the person of your dreams, join two or three clubs and societies, keep your room and house completely spotless, and you're going to do exceedingly well in your degree. Either that, or you have this nightmare of an idea, one where you have no friends, you don't understand a single thing about your course, and everything is generally terrible for you. And I can tell you now that both of these images are far from the reality.
Yes, it's brilliant. For anyone who is starting university, considering university, or just randomly pondering the concept of it, it is brilliant. I remember leaping out of my bed and crying in disbelief when I found out that I'd been accepted into my top choice of university. In that moment, I knew my life was going to change forever, and a thousand doors were about to swing open in front of me. This was my chance to fly the nest and start anew in a different city, with different people and a different place to live.
So, interestingly enough, it'll run its course. There's not much you can do to stop it from running its course. I'm no wise old woman, but I know life well enough to tell you that problems need to happen. Bad things need to happen. I spent many of my teenage years trying to stop anything from going wrong; trying to stay in my comfort zone and protect myself from the world around me. But it just doesn't happen like that. It's like sitting in the rain but not expecting to get wet, like putting your head underwater and never wanting to come up for air. It just doesn't go that way.