I honestly can’t believe I’m here writing about my first year of University being over, it feels like yesterday I was moving into my student flat in Birmingham and now it’s all over. So much has happened in the last 9 months but also nothing at all, I can’t quite explain it all. It’s madness but it’s worked and I’ve quite enjoyed myself.
Moving out and living on my own for the first time was a big step in my life, I’ve always depended on my parents to put food on the table and a roof over my head and they’ve always provided. In September, a new chapter in my life began. I didn’t really go into it knowing how I was going to come out the other side (granted I’ve still got another 2 years getting my degree but you get my flow…) I took a risk that so many people fear to do in their lives because they can’t stand to put themselves out there; and I’ve learned a good few lessons whilst doing it.
Money is a major priority
and everyone will talk about it. Despite whether you have a job or you simply live off your student loan, there will be endless amounts of talk about money and the lack that everyone has. Even if you’re OK for money you’ll find yourself complaining because everyone seems to do more than you and you don’t know where they get their endless stash of cash from. At the end of the day you’ll soon come to realise that you can have fun in the pub with £10 and (if you’re a lightweight like me) get absolutely bladdered. Money is money and even if you don’t have much you’ll learn to live with it, and no that’s not called budgeting. It’s skipping this week’s clothes wash because you’d rather have some food at Weatherspoon’s.
Friends will be hard to find,
especially if you’re like me and you’re used to having a close group of friends. I’ve seen a mixed reaction all over my social medias about their time in first year but from personal experience, good friends are rare (and I’m not talking about those people you put up with because they’re a laugh when they’re drunk – I’m talking about the ones you find you genuinely care about.) Once freshers is over and everyone gets their heads down you find, all those people you met were really only there for the alcohol.
You’ll have down times,
and they won’t be all laughs and giggles. Moving 100 miles away from your hometown is hard enough when you don’t see your family everyday but there are days you feel like shit and all you want to do is have a big hug off your little sister but you’ve just got to make your 60p Aldi noodles and get on with it; it’s life. Despite this, not everything is shit. If anything, it makes you stronger and more independent as you learn to conquer the times you’re not at your best.
Advice I’d give to anyone starting Uni is to just enjoy it, it may change you as a person but in a good way and you’ll learn to live your new life pretty quickly. Stay social and try to give everyone a chance or two, we’re all human and we are going to make mistakes at some point. University isn’t what I expected and I can’t pretend it is. There are some parts that are shit and then some parts that are great; it’s just getting the balance between the two.