A Fresher’s Start

A Fresher’s Start

How have I found settling into university? What a question. What a question indeed. It has been everything and nothing like I expected, which has brought about a whole load of new experiences for me.

In terms of physical preparation, I feel that I did relatively well. My room is cushy and homely, thanks to a trip to Dunelm. It’s somewhere I feel I will be able to call home comfortably for the next year. However, I have found myself making so many trips to Poundworld for basics such as blu-tak and chopping boards. Little things you forget you need! But in my mind, I wasn’t massively prepared at all.

The first few days of settling in was difficult. Not just the heavy lifting of my many boxes (up two flights of stairs, roasting hot always as I soon learned to discover). Emotionally I don’t think I was quite ready for the hurricane of difference that was going to hit me. That isn’t really talked about in the freshers’ pamphlet. But yes, theoretically, I should have been on a high. Heavy drinking! No parents! Clubs, clubs and more clubs!… But yet, a day later, I was on the phone crying to my parents, telling them I was okay, even though my stomach was set with nerves and I had a lump at the back of my throat.

But I soon got over that.

The mix of induction week and freshers’ week was absolute madness. I’d never been clubbing before university, so it was all very new and exciting The vast majority of my induction tasks started at 9am as well, so you can only imagine the state of my body clock. I forgot what it felt like to be sober. Which, I suppose is all part of the experience, but a little piece of me missed not wanting to hurl my 30p can of beans. This was all exactly what I expected, but I didn’t expect it to be so painful.

After the Saturday night, I swore off drinking for at least a week. At the time of writing this, I can assure you that I have stuck to that. This little promise served me well during the introduction of my course, Journalism. I knew what the modules were, having read it all online, so a lot of it wasn’t a surprise. But after spending the summer listening to family members sneer about it being a vocational course, I soon have come to realise it is not quite that at all. It’s complex, but it’s beautifully so, and I can’t wait to dive into it even more as the year rolls on.

Every experience I have had so far, good or bad, have shown me that university is really going to be the best three years of my life, and I cannot wait to see what the rest of it brings!



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