"Shall I go or not?"

A question I repeatedly asked myself today when referring to the delights of University.

I don't really get the same buzz out of University that other people seem to. I lived on halls for w hile but it wasn't for me so I moved back home. For me it's not about partying but actually, believe it or not, getting a degree so I can begin the life of work.

I have had what Google suggests is laryngitus (I don't do Doctors) which means I have basically being feeling like shit for four days. So today I was torn as to whether to bother making the hour journey to University, to sit there for three hours and then drive home. But, my motivation got the better of me and before I knew it I was on the road. BIG mistake.

I arrive at Uni to find that the most part of my class need one-to-one tutorials for our next assignment. This resulted in me leaving 55 minutes later as I have already spoken to my tutor. In other words, I went for no reason at all.

I don't know why but I never trust my instinct. This morning it was telling me, don't bother going, but I let my conscience talk me out of it. I suppose at least I don't feel guilty about missing something important.

I really need to use the instinct we were born with more. What use is it otherwise?