Literally it would seem.
Second year is officially over (well we still have to go in tomorrow but nevermind) and I can't believe how fast it has gone. I know it's a cliched saying but it really does feel like yesterday that I was finishing my first year. It's certainly been a whirlwind of a year with ups and downs. But I've enjoyed every stressful second of it and that's the important thing.
I suppose it means a lot more to me to actually finish my second year of uni then it would for others. But roll back four years ago and I had dropped out of university (for a variety of reasons) it felt inconceivable then that there was a possibility I could go back and do it well.
Of course, I won't know if I've passed this year until next month but my formative grades have been most in the high 2.2s and 2.1s, so I'm fairly positive that I've done alright. And of course, next year is where it all counts.
To say I'm a little nervous is a tad of an understatement but I've come a long way from where I was at the start of the first year, a timid 22 year old who was terrified of the very idea of presentations. I still don't find them enjoyable but I can now, at least, stand in front of a group of people and give the pretence of confidence. So I'm looking forward to the third year and everything that brings (hopefully more work experience too).
But for now I'm gonna try and enjoy the summer and maybe finally get that first draft of my book finished