It’s 12pm, you’ve reached the point of the night where you have to decide how your night is going to end. Do you stick to your one pitcher then call it a night, or do you commit your undivided attention/money/dignity and finish the night with a bang (or a tactical chunder in the spoon toilets – don’t judge me, we’ve all been there right?). Ultimately for me, there’s no real question, go hard or go home, right? All memories of previous experiences fly out the window and you focus on having a good time. Fast forward 10 hours later and your hangover is born. Nothing can prepare you for the headaches, 3 hours naps and inevitable alcohol shakes that will plague you for the whole day.
You start off waking up, convincing yourself that you’ve managed to avoid a hangover. You smugly get out of bed mid afternoon, unsure whether to make yourself breakfast or lunch or something unnaturally in-between. Looking in the mirror you realise you’re wearing last nights makeup and you’ve worn leggings to bed. To your horror you realise you spent way too much on your debit card, smashed your phone on your way home and lost you Mac lipstick, but it was a good night, right?
Come 2pm and you start to feel a nap coming on, but it’s fine, you’re not hungover, just tired right? You start to realise the thirst you’ve had, since waking up with a mouth like Ghandi’s flip flop, is not going to be solved by any amount of water or coffee. If you can muster up the strength to leave your bed to make some snacks, whether it be chicken nuggets or pizza, at least you’ve achieved that right?
By 4pm it’s time to admit it outloud, you are hungover and not just really tired. God forbid if you have to go outside and face the real world- for those who managed to do so still hanging out their arse, I salute you. 3/4 films later and you have to admit that you’ve had a wasted day and begin to question whether the 3 for £5 jager bombs were worth it (FYI they weren’t).
Surprisingly, at about 8pm you suddenly feel like a new person with lots of energy….you’ve made it through the hangover. You may actually attempt to redeem your unproductive day by doing some work but at this point you may as well just accept that you’ve sacrificed your day to the sesh. It’s been a long hard day of hangoverness but lets face it, you have to prepare for it all again the same time next week.
We are always told that a University education is super important but since having been a Hertfordshire for nearly a whole academic year I have come to realise there is SO much more to being an adult than lectures. Here are some of my biggest revelations (and some photos of me personally experiencing them):
Putting on a bed sheet by yourself is HARD.
Cheese is bloody expensive.
Waking up at 3pm and still feeling tired happens…a lot.
A diet of chicken nuggets and ASDA smart price yoghurts is more satisfying than you’d think.
Being top of the chunder chart is a good thing… apparently
Going to the library doesn’t necessarily mean any work will be done- no matter how close the deadline is.
ASDA own brand vodka IS NOT a better alternative to the more expensive branded one.
Adding 3 days onto any use by date is acceptable.
Nicking plastic cups from a club is not theft, it’s genius.
If you’re in a group on your way out somewhere singing about ZANTE CARZORLA over and over again is inevitable.
Making each other cups of tea in exchange for a favour is a very serious binding contract.
Never be in more than 2 club photos per night, you wake up and regret them instantly.
Leaving your door unlocked WILL result in consequences.
Shuffling should only be attempted by masters once on the dancefloor.
They are essential for pre-drinks but you NEVER own a full set of cards ( where do they all go?!)
Now these are realistically the rules of my life and I am proud….. Sort of .What have you learnt from University?
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So this is something a bit different to my usual posts, but here I am, nearly at the end of my first year at Uni with a few words of advice for all of you.It’s been a crazy year and I’ve had loads of ups and downs but I honestly recommend Uni to anyone who considers it.Here is some of my advice:
Try something new (trying to avoid sounding cliche here).There is a ridiculous amount of options available to a fresher, from the nudist society to badminton club.My biggest regret of fresher’s week is not signing up to anything, although I have attended some slightly embarrassing but fun Yoga sessions. Nobody at Uni knows who you are so it’s your opportunity to be whoever you want to be. It doesn’t even have to be a society, try making a recipe you’ve never tried or dye your hair, these are the years for trial and error!
If you’re not happy, DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. This is the advice I would be screaming at myself a year ago, if I could. I hated my old accommodation halls as I didn’t get on with the people. I spent months being miserable and having nobody to hang around with but one day I emailed the accommodation office
inquiring if there was a possibility of moving flat and BAM my whole Uni experience changed. I now live with all my best friends and couldn’t be happier. I am also changing course next year as this one wasn’t quite right. Just because you put down one course on UCAS doesn’t mean you’re obliged for life. It’s OK to try around with different things, they can’t expect us to get it right every time! There’s always someone to talk to to find a solution for anything.
Expect things to go wrong – everyone thinks that everything is going to perfectly but no, you WILL burn your toast, you WILL miss a lecture and you WILL spend too much money. but it’s OK 🙂
Don’t rely on your friends/Boyf- This sounds so harsh but it’s true.If you’re lucky enough to have people you know go to your Uni, don’t expect them to be there 24/7, you HAVE to make some new friends by yourself. Also it’s inevitable that you’ll grow apart from some friends back at home, everyone has their own life. I keep in touch with about 3 of my old friends who make the effort and that’s normal. Some people I know base their decision of uni (eg where) based on their relationship and I think that’s silly, if you trust your relationship enough you’ll be fine.
HAVE FUN, You’ll experience things that make you think “what a waste of the whooping 9k we are paying to be here” but it WILL be the best time of your life. 3am trips to MacDonald? A picture of you kissing the ugly guy in a club? Terrible memories of a sambuca-fueled night? Frying pan ping pong?It’s all part of the experience!
Oh, you should probably get some work in at some point too.