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Top 5 tips and things to remember if you’re going to survive UK Freshers Week and Starting Uni

Here I am, starting my blog off with a bang, cliche and overdone, but a bang none the less. I’m a second year at University so I would say I know my way around a freshers week, or 2, or 3 (Including ‘Re-freshers’ week*)

1. The number 1 thing that came in the most handy when starting Uni was a doorstop. It’s stupid I know, but this little device that stops the door, quite literally opens the door to new friendships and opportunities. Your new flat mates are just as nervous as you are and that one gesture of leaving your door open while you unpack is the perfect chance for them to walk past and start a conversation. DOORSTOP. Trust me on this one.

2. Organise with your flatmates which events you want to go to in Freshers week. Buy the tickets and actually GO. The events may have ridiculous themes, like animal dress up or Louis Theroux. (Love u Mr Thorax)  but they actually do help you meet people and that makes the entire concept of starting the course a little less daunting. I met my first friend on the course on ‘The Big Bar Crawl’ where we drunkenly bonded over the fact we were going to be hungover at the 9am we had the following morning. #Goals

3. Don’t shit where you eat. Both literally and figuratively. But mainly, don’t sleep with anyone on your course or in your flat/house, especially not in the first week of Uni. It happens all the time and I am yet to hear a story of a Freshers week romance that worked out. Although, my boyfriend is my flat mate but thats a different story.  

4. Stay hydrated. In Fresher’s weeks there is alcohol. Which means there is hangovers. I know drinking tonnes of water when you’re hungover feels like you’re drowning on the inside, but liquids are the key to recover and coffee especially, is the key to making it to those 9am torture sessions you’re timetabled for. 

5. Make the most of it. First year is the best time in Uni. I’m only a second year and I already miss being a Fresher. Enjoy the fact you’re the newbies and that your lack of knowledge is excusable. You only need 40% to pass the year and as said by every lecturer ever, “First year doesn’t count”.

ENJOY.

*Re-freshers being the week returning after Christmas break which is essentially a continuation of opportunities to make poor life choices, just like Freshers week in September.

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Putting myself out there...

I decided to create a blog instead of vlog because I haven’t perfected the skills to create and edit videos to post. Which I probably should, I’m a photography student at Degree level.  Also, I’m too nervous. 

So for the time being, here I am in text form, in all my glory. 

I like all the usual stuff that you’d expect a 19 year old to enjoy; Tv and being lazy. Rick and Morty and Instagram. Netflix and taking stupid pictures of myself with snapchat filters. And drinking. IM A STUDENT. SUE ME.

I like makeup, I’m not great but I’m getting better, I can teach you what I know. Along with any other ‘astounding’ knowledge I decide to impart into the public domain.

Long story short: I’m here and socially awkward. Get used to it. 

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Who the hell am I? What the f*ck am I doing? And why should you care?

Well, I’m a 19 year old student, who’s chosen institution of pain is the University of Lincoln (kidding, its not that bad). I want to share tips, cookery hacks, survival tips and DIY’s with the interwebs to clear space in my brain for the important stuff like deadlines and birb memes. I hope to blog every week, if I remember, to keep people, if any, interested and connected, from one wannabe blogger to the others. As for ‘why should you care?’, you shouldn’t I guess. However, I’m going to shitpost random crap wether 1 person or 1000 people read it, because thats the beauty of this little thing we like to call...the internet.