The best thing about my university experience is that every year has been different. My first was actually pretty great. I did the best I've done in school, moved into a house with three strangers, two of which are still my friends, and spent a lot of time at Charlie's flat which was always a blast. My second year started off even better. I moved to Sweden and made a whole bunch of new friends, I was busy every single day and even made some interesting work. Upon my return, school was a bit of a blow out but again, I moved into a house with three strangers and I'm still friends with all of them, I even had my favourite bedroom to date. I was also visiting Charlie in Bristol every month, which was nice. Then, third year. I chose to live at home, for a few reasons. It has been strange, isolated but familiar. I've been quite productive, but due to a lack of presence in school, have failed to apply it within the course criteria. I am mostly happy but occasionally feel very paranoid. I am looking forward to the future.
