This blog is my way of keeping my family and friends updated without having to tell them all the mundane details of my day-to-day life at university. I hope it can also be of some use to other people studying at University as well as those who are thinking of going. And maybe it can even provide some kind of humorous entertainment for those who aren’t interested.
I moved out of my family home on the 19th September of this year (2015 for those of
us you who always forget) and it was a traumatic experience to say the least. I cried for the majority of the morning and afternoon at the thought of not being able to physically go and see any given member of my family whenever I wanted to. Once I got here I realised it isn’t actually so bad. I actually think I speak to my little brother (Lewis, 14) more now than I ever did when I was at home! I arrived here early afternoon with my dad and began to unpack which has actually taken me a good 3 weeks. After he left I was by myself in a new house, with new people, about to embark on a new journey.
It took me a good hour before I managed to pluck up the courage to go down the (three flights of) stairs to introduce myself properly to my housemates. Luckily they were all feeling the same way about leaving their families behind and I didn’t feel so pathetic anymore. Three weeks later I’ve realised that I struck really lucky with my housemates as they’ve all been a dream to live with. So far, so good.
Freshers week was eventful, stressful and full of new introductions. I thought it was very much over rated but the cheap wine from the on campus shop and the loveliness of my housemates/new friends made it worth it. After the first week was over I was thrown straight into readings for my seminars and preparation for my lectures.
For those of you who aren’t aware I am studying English & American Literature and Philosophy at the University of Kent. Being a Joint Honours student has its benefits as I have less to do of each so it’s not as intense but it also means that I have to be a part of two different schools with two different ways of teaching and accepting assignments. Overall I’m enjoying it so far, to be honest it’s just nice to have something to do again after months of endless lay ins and late nights of doing nothing.
Tonight I’ve been re-reading Descartes’ Meditations on First Philosophy in preparation for my 12pm seminar tomorrow. I’m still yet to find the confidence to raise my hand more than once in the hour long seminars but once is more than not at all!
I’m sure this first post has been a bore to read but I’ll be a bit more interesting from now on seeing as the introductions are out of the way.