Stop saying you’re busy because you’re a third year

Some people think being a third year means you should feel guilty for every sip of alcohol you have, but let’s be honest, this is the year when we need it the most.

Too many times have we heard the same, lame excuse: “Sorry I can’t go out, I’m in third year.” We get it.

I am all for knuckling down in my final year, but all work and no play is just downright boring and it has to stop.  This is the last year EVER in our lives when it is acceptable to go out on a week night, get shit faced and feel like death the next day. No grad schemes are going to accommodate for that.

Bore off Betty

Third year, flirty and thriving

I’m not suggesting everyone goes crazy and starts partying seven days a week like we did as feisty freshers, but you can definitely get the right balance so that fun is not completely off the menu.

I am living, breathing proof of this multitasking masterpiece. I manage to go out once or twice a week, have a blast, and then use the days when I’m not hanging to actually do work. Trust me, it is the winning recipe for any third year student.

The most over used excuse has got to be: “I need to do my dissertation which is due in soon”. It’s not due until May, so let’s be honest, until the week before the deadline, no one is going to be working past 8pm. You’ve therefore still got ample time to glam up, predrink and be ready to head out at 11. Not to mention, if you stuff your face with enough takeaway and H20 after your booze fuelled night, then you’ll dodge the crippling hangover and wake up ready to take on the next day. What’s not to love?

Who would want to miss out on all this pushing and shoving?

These hidden study hermits are not just afraid of nights out, it seems they are restricting themselves from any form of fun – whether it be a trip to the cinema, a dinner date, or even just a stroll around the park. Confining yourselves to your room or the library for the whole year really isn’t healthy, and quite frankly, it is as dull as it gets. No one is going to be in a hurry to meet up with boring Betty after we graduate.

So to all you snores out there who are wasting your last few precious months at uni, change your ways now before it is too late. Eat, study, rave, repeat.