my experience of university was quite mixed.
i couldn't wait to get out of lancashire and down to london, mainly 'cos of the music scene. i also imagined that i'd meet loads of interesting cool people when i got there but that was a bit optimistic.
doing french we had a ridiculously low number of teaching hours, like 6 or 8 a week, which at the time i thought was great. loads of time for reading whatever i felt like and hanging around art galleries, going to 3 gigs a week or whatever.
in the third year i went of on a year abroad to france, teaching english in a village school (well officially a town but really a village in nowhere) which was not the best experience but i saw out the year anyway, mostly in solitude. as a result of that when i got back for the fourth year i'd more or less given up on the course completely and lost interest. so i got an indifferent degree
then found when i graduated that i was literally unemployable - i could have done more certificates to do law or whatever but that was the last thing on my mind, cue hundreds of people saying what about teaching, what about translating ad nauseam forever
the saga continues