I survived Freshers and all you get is this lousy blog entry.....

Hello. It’s Monday and I, like many others across the country, survived Fresher’s Week (just). After spending a week at University I am still struggling to find a word that best sums up the experience. Before you leave, everyone always exclaims “it’s the best time of your life” and I, being me, was doubtful. How can it be the 'best time' when you're that nervous, when you're worried about who you will meet, whether anyone will want to be your friend, whether people might just find you a bit....weird. Well, the best advice I can give now is just to close your eyes and jump.

Was I nervous? Very very. Did I worry about not getting on with the people I would live with? Absolutely. You start to realise that EVERYONE is the in the same boat.  For me, the best part about Freshers Week (I’m not really a drinker, so sorry, the crazy alcohol bit has probably gone straight over my head) is the amazing people I’ve met. So many different and quirky characters who you so quickly become close to and suddenly feel like you’ve known for years. To name a few – a guy building a fridge (!) in his room who is a computer hacker in his spare time, a boy with a life size tiger cuddly toy, someone who is just as geeky/nerdy as I am (if you're reading this, you know who you are) and the loudest boy known to man. The people, I think, are what make the University experience that bit more special. I mean, the course is important, the bar and club nights are fun and the late night pizzas....well you regret them afterwards. It’s the people you share all these little experiences with that I know will make me look back on the week I’ve just had and tell those thinking about heading to Uni in the future that, if you can, you’d be silly not to give it a try.

So I think one of the best words I can use to describe it is surreal – a dream that doesn’t quite feel tangible yet. Give me a few weeks and maybe stuff will start to feel a little more concrete. But then, maybe I don’t want it to.

J xx

PS – If any students thinking of going to Uni next year are reading this and want to ask any questions about Uni life so far I will do my very best to answer. Pop them in the comments. Thank you! :)

Hello. My names Charlotte and, like many others, I am going to University this year - well today actually. I created this blog a while ago, but have decided the perfect use for it would be to document my time - thoughts of things I do, see and experience. Im going to keep this short and sweet - goodbyes have to be made. 

People keep saying it's the 'next chapter' - the next step as such. Comparing my life to a forming book, however, suits me well. What kind of book am I so far? I'd hope an engrossing one - perhaps a bit of a slow burner. It feels like a first draft - parts that need work, parts that need to be forgotten and parts which crackle with that little bit of magic. The bits you don't forget. So this is the second draft - to build upon what I've already created. As a student going to study English and American Literature I don't think this is a bad analogy to follow. 

So this will be a little blog for my scribbles - thanks should go to my friend Sarah who persuaded me to really go through with this - please check out her blog - I'll give the link. We're kind of running in parallel - she's off on a gap year and I'm off to Uni! 

Not so short and sweet. Hmmmm. Over and out. X