If you’re reading this blog, you’re probably in one of three categories. I estimate about 5% of the readers to be the members of my family who have heard about this, and another 5% to be those strange people who actually care about what I have to say. The majority of the rest, I would imagine, are at the very least considering higher education in general, or Plymouth in particular. And, unless your confidence is through the roof, there’s going to be some kind of…..worry.
I remember my first day of university living. It was a Sunday, in September 2013. Coming straight off a gap year mostly involving retakes and working for Sainsbury’s, I loaded up my life in a borrowed fiat panda, and set off down to Plymouth with my mum.
Moving in day is militaristically organised. Cars arrive, are given 30 minutes to unpack, assisted by a small army of student ambassadors. Then after the appropriate tearful goodbyes, from parents in my case, there was just long enough for mum to make my bed and inform my flatmates I didn’t drink (incorrect) and that I was her precious petal (or words to that effect) and then she was off, as quickly as we arrived.
In all honesty, I had to check back on Facebook to see what I did that first week. Being freshers week, a scattering of nights out were on the cards, along with the inevitable freshers flu. Also, I got to ride a Segway…… but here’s the thing. Despite me being possibly not the most confident person doing anything in that first week, it really wasn’t that hard to make friends.
It still isn’t. In the last month or so there have been a couple of occasions where I have gone and had a few drinks with groups of people I only know one of (one first year flatmate, one fellow blogger) and each time, I find myself knowing more of them. It’s kinda scary.
Another example: my student housing this year is literally opposite a coursemate. It’s his birthday this Friday, and he invited me (and a handful of other friends) around for a few drinks to celebrate another successful rotation around the sun. My literal first words to him were “I’m gonna make you a cake”.
The point I’m trying to make here, is no matter what you think you are going to do at University, there’s one thing you aren’t gonna be able to avoid. Making friends. To such an extent it’s like a second family. For the likely 90% of people leaving home for the first time, just like I did, don’t worry. It’s all groovy.