Wednesday, 5 September 2012

University.

Before I came to university, I heard all sorts of stories. I was told that I would become independant, because I have to start doing things for myself, such as learning to cook and figure out how to use a washing machine. Turns out, they were right. When I first started university I couldn't cook a thing. I daren't actually cook raw chicken to put into a curry, so I used ready cooked chicken pieces, but turns out it didn't taste so good. I learnt a lot from my flat mates, and started to gain confidence in becoming more independent. I had to figure out a new routine to fit into the university life style. I became lazy, stereotypical for students. The only time I'd bother making an effort was each time we went on a night out, but only to come home looking rough as. It was an experience, I already feel like I've grown up loads.

Now that I'm actually living in a house instead of student halls, I feel ever so slightly more grown up then before. I actually have responsibility of looking after a property, I can't just run to my parents for help. We have knowledge of what to expect within university life, we're not innocent freshers any longer. I actually have a dishwasher, no more dishes going mouldy down the side of the kitchen. We have a television and sofa's, instead of being sat watching a laptop screen around the kitchen table. Right now, life is good, but I wish life stayed this way, I know I will becoming stressed with work soon...

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