Okay, confession time: I hated Fresher’s Week. Maybe ‘hate’ is a strong word, but I definitely didn’t enjoy it. We all know that I’m a total homebody/would rather sit in my room with a cup of tea and a handful of new blog posts than go to a club with people I don’t know, so I guess we could say that it just wasn’t really my scene. Add in the fact that I got pretty homesick pretty quickly and you can imagine that my first experience of university life was relatively sub-par.
But I actually bloody love it these days. I just willingly completed my enrollment for second year with no kicking and screaming, so there’s hope for us all. In case you’re not a stereotypical ‘oi oi lads, who wants to come for pres?” kind of student, this one is for you. I imagined that I was writing this list for little Fresher Beth whilst she was sat in her room getting ready for a night out and simultaneously assessing her possible excuses.
If you and Fresher Beth are on a similar wavelength, here’s a PSA: University gets better. It’s not all about nights out and drinking until you vom. You’re going to find your people. You’re going to love it. And here’s why.
You get to choose what you put into your mouth
Yes, you may have to get off your butt and make yourself lunch but that lunch can be avocado, Tesco Value feta and chilli flakes on toast. Come to mama! And hey, why not eat that at 2am instead? Nobody’s stopping you.
There’s always someone who will say “Yaaaaaaas” to ordering in a pizza
Yik Yak is back
I forgot about the beauty of Yik Yak whilst I was in kent because there was a new post approximately once every 4 days. But we’ve now been reunited and hit it off all over again. I mean, it’s not as good as it was when it was all anonymous, but I do love getting updates on the kebab that got dropped outside the front of the library without having to leave my room.
You can slyly watch drunk people and laugh
You might not want to be the person getting drunk (if you do, do you boo) but, let’s be real, seeing drunk people stumble around campus from your bedroom window is pretty entertaining. Also, you get to be that totally smug person that doesn’t have a hangover. “Oh, you threw up at 7am? I didn’t realise, I was doing yoga.”
If you’re at uni, I’m guessing that you like your course. If not, soz about it – you can skip this point. I for one absolutely adore my classes. At the moment I’m counting down the days until I get back into the lecture room so that I can spend two hours talking solidly about books again.
You’re basically a Beyoncé-esque independent woman
But, like, not too much of an indepent woman. I feel like a boss when I complete my own food shop for under £20 but I can also call my Mum if my card gets declined.
You’ll never feel bad about your lazy Sunday ever again
Because when you look outside of your window and see a whole building of closed curtains, you know you’re not alone, despite what Instagram tells you about literally everyone going to the gym and enjoying their chia pudding/smoothie bowls.