It’s (not) a Student Life for me - 2014
I packed my suitcase with sweats, dresses, pretty tops, jumpers, pyjamas and all things weatherproof (it is Northern Ireland after all), whilst cramming as many pairs of shoes as I possibly could into a small plastic box. I stuffed my mum's car with bed sheets, toiletries, plates and picture frames and then that was it; half my life packed up in a car and off we went. The beginning of "Student Life". I was becoming an adult, flying the nest...growing up! After our eventful, cow interjected journey along the country roads, we arrived at my "home" for the next three years. Unpacking didn't take too long before I had to face the awkward small talk with my new flat mates. We discussed our favourite drink, whether or not we were "going steady" and which cupboard belonged to who but, now, it was time to begin my independence. The morning of my first day of induction, I woke up early (basically unheard of in my world), got my breakfast and wait...