I finished my first year at university this week and I have mixed feelings. I feel happy, sad, anxious, relieved, overwhelmed and underwhelmed.

I remember a year ago getting really anxious about my A Levels and expecting not to get the grades to uni, and here I am a year later, just finishing my first year at my first choice uni! I've made amazing friends (although it took while for that to happen), made some lovely memories, and learnt about some of my favourite topics. It is important to note that whilst most of my time has been great, there have of course also been so not great so great moments and I'm currently working on another post about the truth of uni so look out for that!

So I moved into my halls on 18th September 2016 where I first met my flatmates (and I'm now living with 3 of them next year). On the first night we went for a walk around the city to get used to it and I then spent the rest of the night crying alone in my room as I was so overwhelmed by the new experience. My flatmates and I then spent the first week going to different events such as Freshtival (a music festival style night at the SU) and a ghost tour (which was more of a history tour). I am studying History along with one of my flatmates, Amy, and in the first week we both did a treasure hunt for our course where we made some more friends and also got lost. We also dragged my boyfriend, Simon, along as he also goes to our uni although he studies Accounting and Finance.

When the university season fully started with lectures things got more intense as the workload slowly increased and I made the mistake of leaving 2 essays until 4 days before the due date (although I did get my highest grades on them haha).

I have grown and changed so much this year and honestly, I wouldn't change the ups and the downs for the world. I'm proud of who I've become and who I am becoming thanks to my university.