“It will be the best 2 weeks of your life” they said, “It’s the most amazing thing you’ll ever experience” they said…and were they right? NO!
So in the UK people in their first year of University are referred to as ‘freshers’ and in our first week of university the university’s student union plans a whole load of themed nights, club visits etc.in order for us to meet the people we’re going to be studying for the next few years.
I had high hopes for freshers, hopes of me going out every night and having a crazy time with all the fun new people I’d met and not at any point when imagining what my freshers would be like did I see myself: throwing up in my new room, getting the flu, literally drowning in work or having to wait an hour in the rain for a bus to take me back to my accommodation but guess what? all of these things happened.
Freshers is an actual nightmare, most nights had terrible music and the club-nights involved A LOT of waiting in the rain for buses. Also my university sneakily planned talks and lectures at 8 or 9am meaning I spent the whole fortnight sleep deprived…then ill (fresher’s flu is not a myth people! I’m writing this from bed with a box of tissues on my lap).
Then there’s the big ‘A’- alcohol. Give a bunch of young adults alcohol and what will they do? make fools of themselves and then throw up. I’m usually very good at holding my drink and have never thrown up because of alcohol… well never until freshers-the first night of freshers to be precise (there’s nothing like throwing up in your room and waking up on the floor with your plastic handcuffs still attached to your wrist to help you make a good first impression to your new house-mates).
After all these obviously pleasant experiences in the past fortnight I asked myself “why did everyone tell me it was going to be so amazing? Am I the only one who thinks fresher’s is more messy than fun?” then it hit me, of course not. Fresher’s week is not amazing (I cant speak for everyone but almost every fresher I know has said the same thing) the reason people have such fond memories of it is not because of how great the parties and clubs and music were but because in 3 years time when they graduate we wont remember the puke, the flu or the way-too early morning starts…they’ll be left with the memories and stories and hell! During the past 2 weeks I’ve found myself quite a collection of stories.
So all in all freshers was a bit of a disaster, nothing at all like I expected and university is still pretty new, big and scary but I’m loving it. who knew getting a degree would prove so messy?