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

Chris McQuade is studying journalism and broadcasting at Glasgow Clyde College. Not your average student, he is Glaswegian to the core.

Mixed emotions always follow the end of term these days, which is the total opposite from my school days. I can remember (barely, it was so long ago) when I would rejoice at the very thought of a six week holiday-although my mum will no doubt tell you different, she would continually: "Nag, nag nag……" Football, swimming every day or even a few weeks in the sun (trip to Saltcoats more like) would greet every kid I went to school with when the summer break came along. But things are different now. With four kids to feed, a house and car to pay for-a lad's trip to Ibiza is certainly off the cards for a mature student like yours truly. Just going for a beer with my mates is like a trip down memory lane, I even missed out on a monumental final class night out, or so I'm told. Submitting my final papers to round off another year at college means one thing for me-hearing my wife say: "You'll need to get back to work." She may nag like my mum but I love her nonetheless. This is the end of my third year back in adult education, and I have enjoyed every minute of it. Some people think that I'm mad going back at the ripe old age of 30, and they are probably right about that, but I don't plan on mellowing anytime soon. In between getting grades I would never have achieved at school, I have met people I know will be friends for life. Not only that, the reward I will reap will be the job of my dreams-I will never be a millionaire in my new post, but there are some things that money can't buy. Day-to-day interaction with likeminded people is something that forces me to admit-I will miss the place, that's for sure. 'Missing' anywhere that taught you anything wasn't acceptable when I was growing up and if you told me that I would be back in education after leaving school early, I would have told you to lay off the booze. I will look forward to going back to college for my fourth and final year next term, this summer break I promise myself I will go for a swim and a game of football (not to mention the odd pint)-no matter how hard I work. My wife can nag, just like my mum did-but us boys never grow up.