Fresher’s week. For most students, this is a week full of happiness, good vibes, lots of alcohol and meeting people who will be your new friends, either until next morning or if you’re lucky, for longer. There is so much pressure that it will be ‘the best time of your life’ but this isn’t the case for everyone…
My fresher’s week started on the beautiful day of Sunday 17th of September. After spending the day meeting my flat mates and my neighbours we all agreed to go out later, on that night. So far so good. I got ready for my first night out as a university student. Once everyone was ready, a big group of us left the entrance of Cranborne House and made our way to the club. Once I got to the front of the club with the security guard standing in front of me, I realised I didn’t have my ID on me. Silly old me. How can you forget the only document that proves I am not 16 even though I look like one? Exactly.
Therefore, I had to go home and get my ID all by myself while my flat mates were all partying the night away. When I got back all I had to do was to find them. Good luck with that Sandra! As you would expect I got lost while searching for someone that would look at least familiar, so I wouldn’t be by myself … So, after half an hour of looking and desperately messaging everyone, I found my neighbours and I was so excited at the sight of seeing them that it felt like I had seen God before my eyes. Then I used the time left, to dance, party, scream out loud the lyrics of the songs that were coming up and be happy.
The next night the same scenario happened: got to the club (this time I had my ID with me), got lost, but in the end found someone that I knew and be all smiles again. It sounds scary when you think about it, and in case you were wondering, it feels scary as well.
I was starting to not want to go out anymore when it came to clubs because I was afraid of getting lost and having to search for everyone again. But I am glad that even if my week had some drawbacks to it, it had advantages as well, which balanced it and made me adapt to the place and area easier.
I have met such great and amazing people in my class, accommodation, exchanged numbers and taken pictures to look back and laugh at in the future.
One highlight of the whole experience was Fresher’s fair. It is student heaven and a chance to get a lot of discounts and to sign up for more than ten societies- you will most likely only ever attend two of these maximum like me. Also, I got involved with Nerve, and met my wonderful teachers the following week.
When it came to being homesick, let’s just say I called my parents three times a day or maybe more, cried in the hours left between because I hated the place and sometimes it felt like moving out was the biggest mistake I had ever made which I tried to make better by going out. But yes, overall freshers was a good experience but a tough one at the same time.