Our anonymous fashionista bids her final farewell to the world of blogging, and to University

Your time is nearly up. The past 3 years has no doubt seemed like a massive blur of trebles, tequila, terrible outfit choices, terrible weather and too many all-night library sessions to make dreaded deadlines. The realisation that you’re actually going to have to rely on real money and not this ‘free money’ that you’ve been receiving for the past 3 years (thank you student finance and overdraft) is quite a daunting thought. The fact that there will no longer be ‘loan day’ where you hurry down to Topshop and buy one of everything in every colour just because you can, can only be described as tragic.

So you are beginning to realise that you need to find a job and that you need to actually start giving moneyback, but to top this all off nicely, you have probably noted that if you don’t start doing these things quickly, you’re going back to living at home. Goodbye freedom and all night drinking, hello parents and 11pm bedtime. Ok not quite, but after living with friends and spending most of that time drunk, it’s going to be somewhat of a culture shock suddenly returning to living with your parents, sober… a lot.

However, you’ve still got a few weeks left so all is not lost. Other than having your future career riding on these last exams and your horrendous dissertation, (which has pretty much convinced you that you don’t in fact want to be a lawyer despite studying for 3 years for it), you’ve also got ‘Gold Rush’. For those of you that aren’t aware of this… become aware and fast. Hopefully you’ll have saved enough of your student loan while being locked away in the library to now go out and blow it on as many slutty but sexy dresses possible. Gold Rush is basically the few weeks at the end of Uni where everyone who is single (and some who aren’t) are on a mission to sleep with anyone and everyone they want, on the basis that they will never have to see the people again. In other words, you try it and fail – never see them again, get over it. Try it and succeed – never see them again but you’ve got yourself a hot guy for the night – win, win.

However, those of you who’ve been dragging yourself to the library in all sorts of weird and wonderful outfits as ‘you’re sick of revision’, ‘you don’t care anymore’ or ‘you’re too tired to get changed out your PJ’s’… stop right there. There’s not a chance you’re making it on to anyone’s rush list this way. Swap your slippers for converse and your PJ’s for a pair of funky leggings… and OK you can keep the hoodie but please ditch the horrific hat… it’s not quirky, it’s trampy.

So now you’ve got yourself looking a little more appealing ladies, get thinking whose going to be on your gold rush list and start planning to look hot enough to be able to tick them off as you go. It might be the end of an era and no, you won’t be able to rock up in the clothes from the night before any other place and very soon you certainly won’t be able to own your favourite skinnies in every shade… but also take my word, there won’t be another time in your life where guys are pretty much screaming “come get me” on nights out.  So get on your favourite Aztec dress, your fail-safe floral playsuit or your sexy metallic crop that you’ve been saving and get involved in the rush.