As the cost of living crisis bites, many parents are now debating whether to encourage their children to apply for university or if the debt from tuition fees is worth it. And these are of course perfectly understandable concerns and I’d like to put my own experience of university out there in an attempt to add something to the debate about university which I think has become lost.
My own story starts with A level results so dreadful that university was completely out of reach for me when I left school. I therefore embarked on a series of jobs that could be politely described as ‘colourful’. Eventually, as I was setting up my stall on Portobello Road early one freezing November morning, I concluded that running a market stall was not a long-term career option for me. I had almost no idea what my place in the world might be, but it dawned on me that my options would be vastly increased by going to university. Latching on to the subject of psychology, I set to and applied everywhere I could think of that I could travel to from my squat in East London. And was quickly turned down by every single psychology department in London. It seemed that even applying aged 29 with some pretty varied ‘life experience’ to spice up my applications could not overturn those woefully poor A level grades. But finally my persistence paid off and I got in through clearing – and God bless the University of Westminster for taking me when literally nobody else would. I guess they saw something in me even I didn’t know I had.
These days universities make liberal use of the word ‘transformational” when talking about their programmes, but for me it was absolutely true. I was exposed to rigorous thinking, mind blowing research, and fantastic teaching. I vividly remember travelling to lectures on the tube and thinking to myself “by the time I do the return trip home tonight, I’m going to know stuff that I can’t even imagine now.”. I loved hearing first hand from brilliant researchers about how we read peoples faces, what happens to our physiology when we are stressed, why music makes the hair on our neck stand on end and the psychology of ageing. And countless other fascinating discoveries day in, day out. The word awesome is over used but I don’t think there is any other word to describe what I found in the Psychology Department at the University of Westminster. I was in awe of the people and ideas I was surrounded with but felt accepted, encouraged, and supported.
Of course there were also days when I couldn’t make sense of the material we were studying, and when I wondered why on earth I was torturing myself with this brain-stretching work. But I slowly became aware that my way of thinking was changing. I looked for evidence, saw flaws in arguments and learned about the structure of the brain, how people interact socially and even how our eyes deceive us. I carried out my own experiments – memorably my first lab study was measuring the effect of drinking vodka on motor function. I made the most of the extra-curricular opportunities. I wrote articles for the student newspaper shamelessly using it as a way of getting into gigs for free and interviewing interesting people.
For the first time in my life, I worked really hard at my studies which meant somehow I managed pass the exams as the years passed. Then, on one sunny day in 1995, I climbed the concrete steps of one of the ugliest buildings in London to read my degree result. Thinking I’d made a mistake, I went back four times to check. Somehow I had managed to scrape a 2:1. I was completely stunned. Not only had I learned all of this stuff, but I now had a piece of paper to show the world that I was capable of something significant. Up to that point in my life, I hadn’t succeeded at very much. My university experience enabled me to believe that I had options and I did: I even got close to being hired by the BBC. I was offered a short research contract at Westminster, then found a funded PhD followed by starting as a lecturer at Aston University. Sure, having a degree on my CV meant I had the ticket to enter this profession, but the whole package of experience I’d gained from university opened my eyes and trained my brain.
Do you make more money by going to university? In most cases yes you do. But graduates agree with me that this is completely the wrong question. Some of the most important, most rewarding jobs do not pay all that well – nursing, teaching, acting… And some of the highest paid jobs are not at all rewarding. Surely the value is to be found in whether you really develop intellectually? Whether you find interesting people to surround yourself with. Whether you find an environment that changes you for the better. It’s pretty hard to put a monetary value on these things but for me and most of the students I have taught, it’s about personal growth and about widening the possibilities for your life.
So, if you are thinking of university I would say this. It’s not easy by any means. But, if you work at it, the rewards are larger than you can imagine and the results will almost certainly be different to what you planned. And more wonderful.