Beauty Spot: First Semester at Uni

I literally can't even begin to describe how strange my first semester at uni has been. Freshers was crazy, I'm not even sure where that week went. My flat mates are amazing, most of them anyway.

I think I should probably start with the stereotypical aspects of student life so far:
Our kitchen is an absolute mess, there hasn't been a week pass by that hasn't included copious amounts of alcohol, I think I started my first assignment when I woke up 2 hours before the deadline at 8pm, and on the day of my first lecture I'd had one hour's sleep and too much Red Bull.

The biggest cocktail ever- the megapint cocktail at Solent SU bar...

It's safe to say that a lot of what people think students do, we actually do. But when the end of term came around there was a lot more rocking up to lectures in your trackies and staying in the library until stupid times at night.

I think you just have to accept that however much reading you do for your first piece of work (I liked to call it MEGA-ESSAY), nothing will sink in until you've had more than 5 hours sleep.

Obviously, doing a journalism course meant that a lot of writing was involved and a lot of deadlines had to be met. We thought doing 2 news stories a week along with our other assignments was bad, we were warned that it would only get more difficult from here on out.

Aside from the workload that made the whole course want to cry, my nights were heavily dependant on my array of onesies, many cups of tea and Sex and the City, (1 and 2).

As I slowly turned into more of a hermit, turning to my bed instead of Oceana, I think the rest of our year started to grow more and more rebellious.

I don't think I can count the amount of times I've come home to ambulances, police cars and fire engines parked outside our halls. Not to mention the night we had the Solent rugby team pre-drinking in our kitchen, which led to absolute carnage...