Academically, I did pretty well at school. Actually, schoolwork seemed to be the only thing I showed any proficiency in. Therefore, the logical sequence of events was to do well at school – get into sixth form – get into university – get a good job. Right?
There was never any question about me going to university, there were no other options in my mind.
Imagine my disappointment, then, when about 6 months into my degree I decided I didn’t like it. I found it really boring, I missed home, I missed my family, I missed seeing my friends, I just didn’t like my subject anymore.