
Hi guys, today I thought I'd share some of my little life experience, and explain why a few years ago I dropped out of University, and never looked back.
So if you don't know already, I'm a drop out.
I'm one of those disappointments, those quitter-type people.
I'm at the young (yes, young) age of 28 right now, but a few years back at around aged 19; I set off for the University of Bolton with wide eyes and big hopes. I weren't at all nervous about starting uni, because I'd had an amazing college experience. After leaving school, I did three years on an Art and Design course at a local college; and it was the best time ever. I made friends for life, developed my skills, encouraged my passions and felt like I was truly at home. So with some great grades (showing off now) I headed to a university I thought was right for me and looked forward to starting a new adventure.

