Please breathe
“I’m 21, am I too old to start uni?” “I’m 22, am I too old?” “I’m 23, 24, 25, is it too late?” No. Oh my God, no. You are not old. You are literally in your twenties. Most people in university are in their twenties anyway. Some are younger, some are older, and honestly, once you actually get into uni, you realise nobody cares nearly as much as the internet makes it seem. The only way it’s “too late” to start something is if you’re six feet underground, and hopefully none of us are there anytime soon. You’re going to turn 21, 22, 23, 24, 25 regardless. Time is moving whether you panic about it or not. So would you rather be in your twenties or thirties with a degree, or in your twenties and thirties without one because you were too scared people would think you were “old”? Because everyone around you is ageing too. Literally everyone. And honestly, I get the insecurity because I’m 23 and in my second year of university, and sometimes I look around and think, “Damn, I might actually be one of the oldest people here.”
Then again, there’s probably someone older than me too, because people don’t exactly walk around campus screaming their birth year. Most people genuinely do not care how old you are unless you make it into a huge thing. And if you’re self-conscious about it, you’ve got options. You can keep your age private if you want. You can openly say it and realise nobody cares. Or you can embrace it, make friends with people younger, older, and your own age, and just enjoy uni for what it is. Because at the end of the day, everyone there is an adult. That’s the funny thing people forget. University is one of the only places where you’ll naturally meet people from different age groups all existing together. Some of my friends are younger than me by two or three years, some by four, five, even six years. Some people I know are older by three, four, or five years. And it genuinely does not matter because once you’re adults, age gaps in friendships stop being this dramatic thing the internet makes them out to be. During my foundation year when I was 20 turning 21, one of my closest friends was 32 years old. Nobody cared.