Getting ready for university

10 days to go!!!

So, I am going to be starting university very soon and I can safely say I am nervous, exciting and very very scared. Although, if you ask anyone else how I am coping they would say I am being very organised and seem to be looking forward to it. As my previous blog said I am scared I will feel I won't belong and be forgotten back at home, which I know is normal for every fresher, but, it makes me very anxious. I already feel like an outsider with my flatmates who I have found on Facebook they always seem so nice and happy, but whenever I write something in the group chat it seems that I am ending the conversation. I know that I am not great at conversations, but do they think I am a complete weirdo already. 

Freshers week scares me a bit too but not as much as fitting in does. Its just that I have no going out clothes because I don't go to clubs and stuff at home, but I want to try them out in freshers week. There is everything from a fancy dress party to an outdoor cinema planned and it seems like a lot of fun, and I can't wait to have some fun and smile. I haven't smiled for a while so it should be fun :D

Getting ready to leave for university has definitely not been very fun at all. It has involved a lot of washing and organising of books, photos and other memorabilia, and I haven't even started on packing clothes and toiletries, that's next week's job. One thing I am sure of is that I won't be wanting more stuff, my mum keeps on joking that I will be the most well equipped student in the whole university. But, I need a whisk just in case I want to make pancakes and I need a food blender just in case I want to make a smoothie or a soup. Its a little strange packing up my life in the next week. I know its not my whole life I still have friends who live at home and my parents still do too, its just most of my belongings will be coming with me and they will all have to fit into the boot of my mum's car. I really hope that I don't forget anything I am moving a six hour car journey away from home and its quite a trek back, plus I don't want the embarrassment of ringing up my parents and asking them to send something up by post.

I hope that university lives up to my expectations, I have been waiting for so long that I have formed so many ideas in my head of what it is going to be like. But the truth is, those ideas could be completely wrong. 

What does everyone else think about going to university for the first time? If you have already gone what have been your most memorable experiences? If anyone ever reads this it would be nice to read your thoughts on the subject below. I would love to be reassured that what I am feeling is normal.

Results day 2014

Sorry for not posting for a while, if anyone actually reads this blog. There isn't really an excuse I just didn't get round to posting even though I had already written them in draft form beford. I hope everything is ok with you.

As the title suggests I am going to be talking about my results day, which occured on the 14th August 2014. Well that day I can safely say changed my life forever. It seems that every results day changes my life forever and I never know which way it is going to change it. Last year crushed my confidence and caused a spiral of events which weren't great. The year before I started to believe in my academic ability, maybe too much and the year before that I couldn't quite believe my results and realised I could do anything I wanted to do with my results.

I have left you in suspense and for that I must apologise. This year I started to believe in myself again, so you can probably tell I was pleased with my results this time around. Here is what happened on the momentous day:

 I went and collected my results from my old school but I had to go away from everyone to look at the piece of paper that would change my life. When I finally looked I just punched the air with a ckencged fist and tried not to shout I did it. I know it sounds cheesy but is what really happened. Then I had to tell my mum and dad the good news, I walked home holding back tears and as soon as I walled in I let go. All I could was say was, 'I did it!' My mum thought there was something wrong, but I was the happiest I had been for a very long time.

So I probably tell you what I got. I got an A in both further maths and economics a level. I know they are just letters and I shouldn't care as much as I do, but they signal to me how much hope hard work I have put in and they show I have actually achieved something. I hope your results were what you are wanted abs you are happy with them, if you had results to collect. I know what it feels like when they aren't what you want, and if they aren't, don't dig yourself a hole and hide from the world because you are ashamed and feel stupid. Instead brush yourself off and figure out what you want to do next and try to move forward. I know that is easier said then done but it does get better. :)