First year @ NTU

So, we have come to the end. (Although the end did feel like it was in March after we have to leave university because of miss rona), but this is the real end. All our briefs are nearly done, seminars and lectures are over and seeing what background Si is using on teams each day is, sadly, over.

This first year has been a very big whirlwind of emotions as I’m sure it has been for everyone, for so many different reasons. Starting university is like the first official step to adulthood and growing up. No one tells you about things like heart break, family issues and just being a teenager in general is going to help you become the exult you blossom to be.

I had a hard start with uni at first. I decided not move to Nottingham and that I would commute from Sutton Coldfield each day. (Such a big regret) I absolutely loved uni, I was finally learning about the subjects I’d been wanting to learn about for so many years. I was meeting people who has similar interests and opinions to me. And being in a new city for half of the week and exploring it was so fresh.

That was the good side of it. Uni was perfect. But my mental health wasn’t. After having a summer that was the hardest summer to get through yet, was taking a toll on my mental health. I found it so hard to get up at 6am every morning to start the day and do that hefty commute. There was good days and bad days. My attendance at uni was not great and I was thinking about dropping out.

(I wrote about me moving to Nottingham in a separate blog post so if you wanna be nosy and read that feel free hehe x)

But yeah, fast forward to the first week of January and I’d moved to Nottingham! I was loving the independence and feeling so proud of myself for coming this far. From the girl who wanted to defer her studies to when she was feeling stronger, to then taking the leap and moving out from my amazing family and only seeing them some weekends.

On the New York trip I solidified friendships. And now these are the girls who I deffo couldn’t live without! I can’t wait for so many more Rock City nights, food dates, cocktail dates and trips to the contemporary next year. Having to say goodbye to all of these cute little things we’d started to do was so horrible. We didn’t even get to do one last night out to make up for all the ones we were going to miss.

I had a love/ hate relationship with online learning. It was fine at first but then the effect of staying in all day every day apart from going to work took its toll. Social media was becoming more draining than ever and trying to find some grasp of creativity in my life was just none existent. Pushing through the last few months of uni was hard but not as hard as the first few.

Upon reflection I am so proud of myself for this whole year and becoming such a stronger person than I was just 6 months ago. I can’t wait for second year to carry on doing what I love and spending it with the people I love in a city that I really love.

So please, Miss Rona. Please do us all a favour and f*ck off soon!!!!