I actually think I wasn't too ready to go to uni when I did, although I'm not sure what I would have done in the mean time. I even burst into tears in my first critical (in front of five male lecturers..they were a little uncomfortable to say the least). I'm not 100% why I found the first year so hard. I cried as my dad dropped me off (funnily enough I cried when my dad picked me up to go home in final year too) and I really hated my course.
There were only about 12 people on my course, it was an art degree college so a lot of them still lived at home and the town wasn't a typical uni town and had no halls. I moved into a small converted barn in my first year which actually ended up being the best part as I met one of my now best friends. I chose the course and college for the silliest of reasons (I was with my then long term boyfriend and I didn't want to move away too far..LAME-O).
I actually didn't feel at all passionate about the subject until my third year so its a little surprising I still ended up with a 2:1 (and a couple of points off a 1st). Since uni though I feel like I live and breath art, which makes me think maybe I wasn't ready at the time..or maybe I just don't like lessons!
I also did an photography elective in my second year and I really like some of the pictures that I took during that time. I have also loved photography which is why I took graphic design at uni as I felt it combined illustration and photography. My love will always be illustration though as it makes me feel more alive and I will never get over how you can just create something that wasn't there before with only a pencil.
My camera at the time was really cheap and low pixeled but actually I think it made them look cool! xoxo