University Day #1

I am exhausted.

This is because I spent Wednesday to Friday buying, packing, realising it didn't fit, unpacking, repacking, realising I'd forgotten something, buying, packing, realising it didn't fit, unpacking, repacking....etc. So that was fun. Then, yesterday morning, I was woken up at 7.30am to help pack the car and set off towards the next three years of my life.

For most of the 2 1/2 hour journey, I actually felt pretty calm. Excited, a bit nervous, but basically calm. Once we hit the city centre I started to get Mega Butterflies, and by the time I actually got out of the car I was more or less brickin' it. My parents hovered in the background whilst I got my accommodation keys, picked up my University SmartCard, my Freshers' Wristband and various other bits of admin -- we unloaded the car, and they hovered some more, clearly not knowing whether I wanted them to help or leave.

To be honest I didn't fancy the idea of a long, drawn-out goodbye, so I more or less gave them both quick hugs and kicked them out the door. Then I busied myself with unpacking, lest the panic should set in. There was a point, somewhere between hanging my clothes up and locating my posters, where I felt it starting to rise through my chest. Scared it wouldn't go away, I bullied a couple of my new flatmates out of their rooms and fed them tea and hyper-speed, nervous conversation.

We ended up going to another flat for drinking games and giggles, and then to the Students Union for another drink and a dance, then myself and my favourite flatmate, Lizzi, got home about 1.30am and had a cuppa and a nice conversation. So, despite having had only a few hours sleep and feeling a bit tender (though still planning to go out the next four nights in a row), I think I would call my first day at Uni something of a success :)

UPDATE: I actually wrote this last week, but only today has my laptop allowed me to publish it. Go figure.