First week at uni!

Okay, so here’s something that I didn’t really count on when re-starting my blog… University is busy! We’ve started properly now and there is soooo much homework. Mostly reading! Which should be easy for me, literature student and book-addict and all, but I’m finding it hard. The tricky thing is also that no-one is MAKING me do the reading, no-one checks if we’ve done it, it is all up to us. Which means I have to be a grown-up and that is… tough. Because everytime I want to do my homework one of my flatmates inevitably goes ‘’Let’s go to McDonalds!’’ and then everything falls to pieces. But I promise, Mom and Dad, I’m trying! Anyways, for my favourite course Writing for the Media we have to do some writing each week, which actually is very motivating :) So here is the first thing we had to write – a ‘’piece’’ (that word feels very pretentious to me) about our first week at uni. The hardest thing for me was the word limit because I ramble like a maniac.

Bam!

Going to university is always going to be a nerve-racking experience, but going to uni in another country is just on a whole new level of fear. You are starting anew in a foreign place without anyone or anything safe to hold on to. It is scary!

Before I arrived I had prepared myself for the worst. I half expected to be sitting in my room all day, lonely and sad, hoping for my parents to call me. Luckily that didn’t happen.

On Sunday the 14th of September I travelled by car, plane and bus on my way to London. I had already had some contact on Facebook with my new flatmates and we had decided to have a party that Sunday night. But I never made it to the party. I got extremely ill with motion sickness on the bus into the city. I blame it on the combination of stress, nerves and the dodgy sandwich I ate on the airplane. My fears had come true, I spent the first night at uni crying on the phone to my parents believing that this was a horrible foreboding for my three years in London. I was wrong.

The next day I finally met my flatmates and they are great! We are a diverse bunch of people and I can honestly say that I have already made some good friends. Life in halls is pretty good so far. Noisy, dirty and soaked in alcohol, but good.

The first week went by in a blur. There was so much to do and so many new people to meet. It was nice to finally meet my lecturers and to walk around on the campus I had visited so many times on Google Maps. I am happy to say that my first week at university was a success even though it had a bit of a false start.