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| Felix thought it would be funny to do this to my room |
I can confirm that university life is everything that I expected it to be. The parties, the friends, the buzz that surrounds you every minute of every day. A minuscule fraction of my time here has passed, but I know for certain that this will be an unforgettable experience.
Before arriving at Warwick, I had to write a short description of myself. It had to include one's bedtimes, our interests, and our preferences. I mentioned that if I was allocated a shared room, I'd wish to be in Sherborne rather than Roots, (as the price difference for shared and single in Roots was marginal). My only other requests were that I was put in a fairly quiet area and that I was away from the kitchen so that I didn't get any bad smells. And where was I put? In a shared accommodation in Roots, right next to the kitchen and where predrinks starts at 5pm and the sesh ends at 6am. Pretty decent.
Nevertheless, I love living in halls and I am settling in well. I share a room with a lovely Romanian girl and we get on really well. Sharing, despite the rumours, is not as bad as it seems. It is in some ways better, as you're nearly always guaranteed a friend, and the rooms are massive. I'm not too sure whether this is the case with other universities, but due to the fact that I share a room, I get the privilege of having an en suite - something which is a massive bonus when you don't wish your flatmates to see you crawl out of bed at 4am in your panda pyjamas.
On my first night here, I went to an MTV event held at the Students' Union. It was great fun, and an amazing way to bond with my new flatmates. We danced to some classic 'bangers' and I made the rookie mistake of taking my card with me. Drinks were flowing, hips were grinding, and we were all having a blast. When I stumbled back into my room at the hour of 3am, I saw two shapes in the bed next to me. I discovered that my roommate was with a boy, but plot twist - they weren't doing anything! Fully clothed, whispering sweet nothings to each other. Their muffled voices kept me up so I went to see my friend who lived opposite me for a while, and only returned when I heard a door shut from the adjacent room (my room). And so, as silent as a mouse, I crept back into my room...only to find the boy was now sleeping in my bed! I had no idea what to do, as I didn't have the guts to push him off nor wake him up, so I slid into bed with him. Hello, I'm Mélissa and on my first night of Freshers', I slept with a stranger! Even worse, when I woke up, I found him spooning me. No idea how that came about. At about 9am he got up, looked at me, smiled, and handed me his phone to add myself on his Facebook. I soon learnt that this was not going to be the most bizarre events I encountered at university.
Anyway, overall my first week has been a success. Steven* is my neighbour which is great as he too is from Bournemouth. Despite the love of freedom and being away from 'home', I do also like having that kind of grounding and to be able to reminisce about Bournemouth's lil quirks with someone whilst I'm here. In a way, it enables me to not feel homesick. My other flatmates are a great bunch of lively individuals and although are all very different from each other, we have become so close that I genuinely feel like I've known them all my life. Very cliché, I know. No arguments as of yet, and I pray I haven't jinxed this now. But I'll keep you updated.
* All names in this blog are fake in order to ensure the privacy of my friends and conceal their identities. However, the characters are all real people and the events actually happened
