Every time students try (and fail) at adulting
Upping sticks and moving to uni can be truly terrifying, to say the least.
The mention of the word ‘adulting’ is enough to make any millennial squirm, shrink back and regress to the days of being a needy toddler again. Why does a washing machine have so many settings? How do you clean plates without a dishwasher, exactly? Skip forward to final year, and although being slightly more clued up on your kitchen appliances and how they function, you’ll 110% still do absolutely everything you can, at every opportunity, to avoid any form of so-called adult responsibility. So at an attempt to make shirking responsibility almost acceptable, here is every time us students try (and fail) at adulting. Because it’s #relatable.
When it’s time to take the bins out
Your housing situation is that of a typical student: ground floor flat, with a couple metres separating your kitchen from the bin disposal area. You spend around 99.9% of your time in your bedroom, due to a lack of uni contact hours and no money to afford a gym membership. You know that you should probably tackle the walk from the kitchen to the bin area in a bid to keep up those fitness levels. Equally, your five other flatmates could also do with a stroll. Add to this the fact that the bin bag smells and you’ve piled up enough recycling to potentially save the planet, and it’s probably about time that you adulted and took the bins out. Does anyone? Nope. And let’s just ignore that pile of washing up on the side, too.
Who needs to budget anyway?
As soon as that first student loan comes in, and seeing the words ‘available balance: over £1,000’ seems wholly terrifying, term begins on a strict budgeting streak. Expenditure is meticulously tracked with precision; every purchase seems futile and overthinking about treating yourself to an Aldi own-brand 30p chocolate bar is a real thing. However, as soon as uni stress kicks in and you begin impulse-buying clothing hauls on Missguided to ease the pain, all budgeting goes out the window. Adulting game strong? Sadly not.
The dreaded weekly shop
Three problems are encountered on a food shop that make it extremely difficult to achieve adulting status. Attempting to navigate a trolley down a packed aisle requires great physical skill and here you’ve encountered problem number one. The second issue involves a loophole in list-making: no matter how detailed and extensive your shopping list, you’re always destined to forget to buy something vital (aka loo roll). The third problem? Good luck carrying all your food back, without a car boot to transport it in. As for making this food you’ve just bought edible- let’s just say you’ll realise mid-week it’s easier to order Deliveroo and have it over with.
Actually doing things by yourself (shock horror)
Those English students out there are especially guilty of this one. What do you do when you have very few contact hours, and an extortionate amount of reading and essay writing? Wish for a nagging mother to tell them to get on with it. But sadly, said mother isn’t at uni with you, so a solid three hours of procrastination a day on Netflix, followed by a late night panic dash to the library, will have to do instead.
The closest thing to adulting?
Cracking open a bottle of wine in the evening. It’s needed for relaxation after a stressful day, right? Congratulations, you’re now officially acting like one half of a middle-aged couple. Adulting status: achieved.