Starting Uni is probably one of the most daunting things you’ll do in your life. I won’t lie to you, I was terrified, and justifiably so – I was away from my home, my kittens, and was in a completely new city full of people I had never met.
Building up to the big day called for many trips to Wilko’s buying kitchen stuff I knew I would never use (who needs a plastic spoon, a slotted spoon and a wooden spoon? Apparently I do!) and hours spent on your chosen university website looking up all the different clubs and societies to get involved with. Don’t worry, everyone enjoys a little stalk to see if the people look normal to relax themselves. I also decided I needed an entire new wardrobe as I was going to become so effortlessly cool when I went to Uni and would get up every morning to style my hair and do my makeup, when in actual fact, hoodies and leggings were all I really needed and makeup is now saved for special occasions only.
Then came cramming the million and one things I had bought into my mum’s car for the move into halls. Prepare yourself for arguments – they’re inevitable and your mum will start to threaten that you can’t take everything (yes, the 5 bottles of shampoo are essential; you need to stock up whilst you have the money).
Following the journey of being squashed into the front seat of car, and not being able to move a single inch for risk of everything falling on top of you, comes seeing your actual room for the first time. Prepare to be underwhelmed, as student accommodation is well known for being small and you do tend to wonder if everything you brought will fit into this tiny room (my mum ended up taking some stuff home straight away when I realised it wasn’t an essential).
Then comes the dread that you will bump into one of your new flatmates whilst your mum is helping you unpack your knicker drawer… Don’t panic – by the end of the year, you’ll be so comfortable with your flatmates you will laugh about why you even worried about anything like this. Following on from the emotional goodbye from your parents, they will cry - it’s another thing that’s inevitable, so prepare yourself for many phone calls just to check you are okay when they leave.
The chaos of my room-post moving in
This is where I got stuck. No one tells you what to do at this point and you’re sat in your room alone, having unpacked everything and your parents have left, but you’re still terrified to meet your new flatmates and hide if you hear any kind of noise outside your room.
Here’s where food and bravery come into it, get a tub of sweets or biscuits and take them round to your flatmates door, or sit with them in the kitchen, you have to live with these people, and everyone is in the same position as you, so don’t be scared! I guarantee after half an hour of chatting, you’ll have made friends you’ll keep for life and even if it doesn’t work out with your flat mates, there are always people who can help; you just need to ask for it.