Here, in the first of a series of articles, Jonny Beirne, 18, from Bearsden, Glasgow, talks about postponing university for a year in Sri Lanka.
It all began so naively. A leaf through a magazine, I spot an advert, a quick chat with a friend and the decision is made.
Jonny Beirne will teach English in Sri Lanka for 12 months
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In five minutes, I arrived at the conclusion that taking a gap year with Project Trust, living and working in an entirely foreign culture for a year, was something I would do.
At that point it seemed forever far-off, a romanticised one day.
I had grand illusions of trekking solo through rainforests, imparting the wisdoms and wonders of the English language upon Sri Lankan children, building village wells and conquering a mountain - all by sunset on day one.
While those pipe dreams may still come to fruition there was selection, training and preparation.
I soon found myself hopping on a train, rucksack in tow for Coll.
It is a cold and barren place where the Project Trust determines whether or not the year away really is for you.
Selection isn't something to be feared.
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It'll be a challenge but it's about time that I went through a bit of hardship really
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It truly is an interesting and exciting week where you meet a lot of great people and do a lot of great things such as swimming in mid-December.
Once accepted, I had to raise funds, all £3950.
It was a sizeable target but possible. I followed advice and tried to get the community behind me.
Before long the money was pouring in, then trickling, and with a final flourish, I got there and more.
I raised £275 more than my target - like scaling Everest then clambering up a stepladder at the peak.
Training was next and this was a pivotal point where everything began to come together.
I started to realise the practicalities of going away, how I would fit into my new community, my responsibilities as a teacher.
'Relaxed wiggle'
I discovered cultural titbits - never blow your nose into a hankie then proceed to stuff it into a sleeve or pocket.
Don't shake or nod your head, I was told. A slow relaxed wiggle for yes and a quicker harsher wiggle for no.
The precise moment where it all began to feel exciting as well as unnervingly real was when I was handed my plane ticket.
In that instant it suddenly became something physically tangible.
Up until then it had only been talk, a few pictures - none of them really personal to me.
Since training, it has been about preparation in anticipation of difficulties in adapting and practicalities - the rucksack, malarial tablets, teaching supplies and the rest of it.
It has also been about preparing myself for the biggest change I've ever experienced - leaving my family, my friends and all the comforts that I've always known.
It'll be a challenge but it's about time that I went through a bit of hardship really.
