Here is the latest in our series of blogs by Glasgow students.

Ryan Bounagui is a self-confessed news junkie, part-time mentor, part-time pie producer, full-time madman. Never too far from a pub.

Last week, from Thursday through to Monday, I was smashed. The submitting of a dissertation is a student's equivalent of climbing Everest and a bender was always the reward I kept in my mind as I sat starring at the same computer screen for 12 hours a day. But on Monday morning a very sobering thought consumed my mind; that's my student life just about finished now. Monday's/reality's 'welcome back' handshake was the firmest it's ever been. When I was finishing school I was convinced that I was going out into that 'big bad world' my mum and my gran used to talk about. I used to always think, 'right this is it, real life starts here'. Looking back I think it took a mere three days at University to realise that 'real life' was to be postponed for four more years. Now, though, the curtain's closing on those four glorious years. No longer does summer begin with the knowledge that on the other side lies another year of SAAS payments, loosely scheduled midweek days and living wage-paying jobs that felt more like hobbies than anything else. The scope of my summer searches used to be on where Glasgow's best beer gardens were, where the annual camping trip would be held (Balloch, it never changed), who was all going to Ibiza (no one, none of us could ever save up for it), and whereabouts in Morocco I wanted to see when I went over to visit the old man. This summer's search will be solely on where the best bill-paying jobs are going. I'm not the only one in this position. Last Thursday, on that glorious day when we took our lives back, a few of us went out for a meal and a few drinks. Sitting round the table for hours we all shared our University highlights, drinks and uncertainty; each of us explaining how we had no idea what we would be doing come this September as our student status' expired. The raw fear was clear to see on one colleague's face when, as though by saying it out loud it made it seem more likely, he considered the prospect of working in Tesco the rest of his days. Based on experience his uncertainty's understandable - degrees aren't what they used to be - but he'll no doubt get the job he really wants. It's a strange feeling at this moment in life. On a par with when my trip to Disneyland as a four-year-old ended or when I found out that Santa wasn't real. The single stretch of road's now opened out into numerous different roads. Reality's calling; this time I have to answer.