Run, Student, Run!

When I first began this blog I aspired to enjoy my third year and to have adventures, and laughs, and make really great memories. So far, I have barely done anything. I now spend my time in the library with a packed lunch and a hot water bottle, listening to random documentaries while doing my work.

I have been told that this blog is depressing and believe me this really isn’t my intention, I am simply trying to tell the truth about life at university, and if I don’t tell the true then there is no point. I refuse to lie and say that third year is easy, that it is a breeze, because honestly it really isn’t. In many ways I feel like I am struggling. I feel like my mind has turned into a calendar, and I am continually thinking about how much time I have left, when my deadlines are due, and what I need to get done in the next week. I’m too scared to even look at my Filofax because I don’t want to see how much I have left to do or how little time I have left to do it.

I feel stressed, and I feel tired, and most of the time I feel fed up. Even though I am enjoying the work I am doing, it is the thought that my hard work will be marked, and the minute I press the send button on my assignment I have to have my hard work and stress over the assignment judged and reviewed.

The only way I can describe it is like a treadmill. I feel like I am running as fast as I can, but I’m not really going anywhere.


I went home for a week recently and it was amazing. I felt completely relaxed and the cloud of worries above my head disappeared, and was replaced with complete happiness. It reminded me that university is not the be-all and end- all of life. I am the first one of my family to go to university, and even though my parents or my grandparents didn’t go, they are still doing well and they are happy with or without a degree.

Yes, Third Year is shit. But I guess I am going to have to deal with it. I have to realise that although the next 6 months are going to be hectic, I will have to deal with another 60 years (I hope) of stress and chaos. If anything, university could be the easiest of stresses I will ever have to face.

There’s No Place Like… Home?

If you intend to be a student then there is one vital aspect of student life that you will go through. Nope, it’s not a dissertation, or debt, or even everyday value noodles for dinner. It is the dreaded student living.

When you first become a student you hear horror stories about student accommodation, not only in halls but also in the world of real estate. You hear past students shudder at the memory of freezing cold nights with broken pipes; unknown stains on the walls; and crusty, dirty, old ovens.

I must say though, they aren’t all that bad.

Don’t get me wrong, there are some really disgusting student houses, and believe me I have been to a few for house parties. But, you can change student accommodation from just house to a home.  Not every room in a house or a room in student halls will be like home when you first move in, and more than likely you probably won’t like it. Most people find them new, and uncomfortable, and just not home, and when you think of your new environment like this, it can make you feel even more homesick.

But moving somewhere new, even if it is student accommodation should be exciting. When you first move all your stuff in on your very first day of university, you should be so excited. This is your new home for a year, or two years, or how every long you are to stay there. This is your new room to put up pictures, and posters, and lights, and anything else that will make it feel like yours. It is a fresh start!

When I first moved into my university house, I didn’t like it. It wasn’t as clean and nice as my previous student halls, and it just wasn’t home. But after my housemates and I put our money together and bought cushions, and fairy lights, and decorations, we made this average student house our lovely little home.

So now whenever I feel homesick and miss the luxuries of the Old Pharmacy back in Pembrokeshire, I just walk downstairs and look at all the photos that our house put up on in our hallway and the homesickness immediately fades.

It doesn’t matter if it is a mansion, or a flat, or vile student rooms, you can make any place a home…


*If you intend to live off campus, then it will feel even more like a grown up world, and it is essential you understand your rights as a tenant and you should be clear on your agreement with your landlord/letting agency. Just so you know where you stand, especially as a student…*