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University of Life
Moving to university is quite an exciting prospect. For many, it’s the first time they’re living away from their parents; it’s the first time they’re living away from home and it’s the first time they are truly independent.
At the same time, moving to university is quite a daunting prospect. You’re in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by unfamiliar people and you have to use an unfamiliar appliance called a “washing machine”.
I was a mixture of the two. The concept of moving to a new city and meeting new people really excited me but, at the same time, I didn’t want to leave my friends and family behind.
Nevertheless, on Sunday, September 19th, 2010, the cars were packed with the entire contents of my bedroom (quite literally) and it wasn’t long before my family and I were on the way to Lincoln.
We hadn’t been in the city long before I was saying goodbye to my family. As I waved them off, I came to the sudden realisation that I was on my own and that I would have to fend for myself – quite a big task for someone who difficulty cooking beans on toast.
However, this thought was short-lived. Within the first week, I’d successfully bonded with my flatmates, made some friends on my course and I had got off to a good start with some of my tutors.
While my parents and friends from back home were also in touch, I didn’t let them get in the way of my new life in Lincoln. Of course I missed them, but I was settling in to university a lot better than I could have hoped.
I think the main reason I settled in so quickly was down to the fact that I was getting involved wherever I possibly could. During my first month, I was contributing to the student newspaper and the local community radio station (which was particularly useful in my journalism degree).
I said “yes” to every possible opportunity that was thrown at me and I was meeting new people and trying out new experiences in the process (not in that way).
For me, that’s what university is all about. The degree is an important part, but the experience means so much more. In my three years, I’d made friends for life, I’d learned a range of new skills and, most importantly, I’d learned more about myself as a person.
Even now, over a year after leaving university, I’m still learning more about myself and I’ll probably continue to do so throughout the whole of my life. Just like going to university, it’s both an exciting and a daunting prospect, but it’s something I’m looking forward to.