I just invented a new word.
Freshered (verb): to be exhausted, embarrassed, frustrated and (again) exhausted by the activities of the first week of University. But to still have had a good time.
I got totally and utterly freshered. I have spent the daytime of the past week sleeping, groaning, drinking tea and making caveman-esque conversation with my new freinds. I have spent the nighttime drinking, doing silly things and making even more new friends. I am exhausted down to my very bones. The muscles of my legs will never be the same again (I would cheerfully bet my entire student loan that I have done more walking in the past week than the rest of the summer combined). I have had to face up to some humiliating confessions. I have spent too much money. I cannot remember what vegetables look like. I have finally broken my phone beyond repair.
But it was so worth it.
I'm not going to lie, I don't think I could do it again - at least, not until my liver, feet and hamstrings have recovered (which could be decades). But it has been one of the most exhilerating and exciting weeks of my life.
I got freshered, and I loved it.
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