As all students-to-be for 2014 will know, Fresher’s Week is on the horizon. A time when heroes are crowned. When mavericks make their mark. When indelible reputations are first formed…Here are just a couple of real-life Fresher’s experiences to get you geared up for the university year. Thank goodness you’ll have all of that time to have a second crack at ‘the first impression’.
Epic Fails Priceless Mistakes & For Goodness Sakes
You managed to survive graduation without any epic fails and now the next hurdle in the race of life is making it through the first day of your new job with having any fails of epic proportions.
Life as an undergraduate is finally over (sob) but before you embrace this so-called real world that you hear people chatting about, it’s time for your graduation ceremony. Everyone will be there. And by everyone, we mean everyone. Your mum, dad, sisters, brothers, cousins, aunties, uncles, grandparents, dogs, cats, hamsters, goldfish, next doors gardener and even your best mate’s cousin’s dad’s boss is set to make a cameo appearance. Not to mention all your lecturers who have guided you along the treacherous undergraduate road. What on earth could go wrong, eh?
Today’s the day. The one you’ve been waiting for. Your entire life has been leading up to this moment, the crucial juncture, some would say. Ever since you were told that you had landed an interview for the ideal graduate job you have thought of nothing but your first day at the company, strutting into the office suited and booted and carrying out work so majestic and thorough that your co-workers will look to you in awe and hail you as The Second Coming.
My university halls were sold to me as the jewel in the crown of my Newcastle experience. I was fortunate enough to get my first choice of university halls and had settled on Castle Leazes. With the promise of a huge student population of fun-loving freshers it was billed as the place to be in Newcastle. I arrived wide-eyed and hopeful with the contents of my life stuffed into bin-bags. However, after one quick lap around my would-be utopia it became all too apparent that I had just condemned myself to a year in the place where the 1960s went to die. I had been hoodwinked. Like Alice tumbling down the rabbit-hole, I was about to uncover the oddities hidden in this student wonderland...
You might have financially coasted through your A-Levels on an idle diet of EMA bonuses, occasionally re-painting your grandma’s numerous sheds and washing the cars of your begrudging neighbours, but now school is out and the summer is over…
So you’re part way through your first year at university. You’ve met friends, work is going well. You think you’re all set. Hold on. Second year housing. The three words which are guaranteed to send a shiver down the spine of any first year…
Living with your pals during your second year of university is meant to be a joyous occasion. One filled with philosophical midnight conversation, homely dinnertime gatherings and a sociable carefree buzz. My first mistake was making this assumption. My second mistake was disregarding the mysterious behaviour of my fellow housemates at the expense of a very large chunk of phlegm…