I’ve uploaded a blog outlining how I found
the academics of this year, so I think it would only be fair if I decided to do
a personal one.
It is scary how quickly this year has gone,
I can remember having a great time shopping in Asda with my friend Lily,
hoarding stuff for our uni rooms, as if it were last week. As soon as I got
that accommodation confirmation I started buying so much … well crap really. I
also managed to gather quite a lot of cheap food, food that I decided never to
eat again (Iceland for the win).
In another age I don’t think that I could
have dealt with the influx of strangers, however luckily Facebook existed in
2013. I managed to find a large percentage of my flatmates on the social media
site, we started talking straight away and a miracle happened… I didn’t hate
any of them.
I felt that I was at a disadvantage
socially when it came to moving into uni halls. Most of my flatmates had
already settled by the time I got there and during the car journey from London
I was very anxious because of this. I don’t deal well with new people and so
the prospect of seven, that I would have to live with for the next 40 weeks,
frightened me. I had an action plan in place and was feeling slightly more
confident because of this. I’d quietly unpack and say goodbye to Mum and Dad,
then I’d knock on each person’s door to introduce myself (I bought a box of
celebrations too because who can turn down the offer of chocolate?). In theory
it sounded like a good plan…
As soon as I walked through the flat door I
almost had a heart attack. Everyone was crowded in the corridor and I
automatically went into panic mode; head down, mumbled “hi” and ran into my
room with my boxes. My plan had been
thwarted straight away…
I couldn’t have known at that point, in my state
of utter terror, that those girls happened to be some of the loveliest people
that I would ever have the pleasure to know. They shared my love for Disney,
Doctor Who and drugs – Nope only joking about the last one, I am far too boring
for that sort of thing (unless you count Benedict Cumberbatch as a drug…because
I seriously want some of that) After a few weeks I knew that I would be
comfortable, and the rest is well…history.
Oh, I almost forgot about the boy!!
A couple of months after we had settled,
one of the exchange students moved out, leaving an empty room that would soon
be filled by … A BOY (ew).
After living with seven other girls for
almost three months, the idea of having a boy in the flat was slightly unsettling,
however it turned out that this one wasn’t too bad. I have two brothers and so
I’m used to being around them, and it turned out that I missed it. He was the
addition to the flat that I never knew we needed, and I’m glad it happened
because I can’t imagine what would have happened without him. He is both
frustrating and hilarious at the same time, has an ego the size of a double
decker bus and by writing all of these compliments I am probably fueling it
further.
Next year I am going to be moving into a
house with a few of these crazy people and I am so excited to see what it has
in store for us.
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