The reality of being a student

When preparing to leave for university you spend lots of time imagining what life will be like. Purchasing everything you think you will need, from cutlery to bedding. However, it isn't until you reach your new home, be it halls of residence or private accommodation, that you realize how woefully unprepared you are. You end up dying to go home, begging your surprised mother for home cooked vegetables and calculating how long you can avoid going back to the adult world. Everyone has a breakdown at some point when attending university, for some it’s in the first weeks. For some it doesn’t happen until the second or even the third year. I was convinced this moment wasn’t going to happen. The first few months passed by without incident, I was floating along in a nice little bubble of security. Then the moment hit me. It had been a long week, the weather was once again dismal and I hadn't ventured to the shops. I looked upon the almost bare fridge and spotted the eggs that m...

It comes to something when the highlight of your week is a toss-up between seeing a dog at the local tea shop, and listening to your lecturer sing about adultery and murder. The student life isn't the glamorous party that it claims to be. The hype from past students is enough to make any freshers excited. Everyone you speak to has tales of the amazing parties they attended and the lifelong friends they made. There’s always a funny tale of someone falling over in the club, a wardrobe malfunction or some other form of drunken mistake. But when you get to university you realize it was all lies. The clubs are small and dimly lit, and any sober person would deem them too unsanitary for use. There always crammed full with far too many people and the music is too loud. Instead most of the time at university is spent napping, managing to over boil pasta and watching Netflix instead of doing your work. Granted there is the occasional party that you think will be awesome. But in rea...