Hey guys and gals, hope we’re all okay. I’m in a state of shock right now, as second year is complete. All the exams, the meals, the nights out, the absolute banter and shade and the lack of sleep has been worth it. Did second year top first year? I just don’t know. First year was a year of breaking away, a year of independence and coming to terms with uni life. Second year has been getting even more comfortable in my own skin and just laughing every day.
As I have (VERY RIGHTFULLY) been crowned the queen of social media by my peers, it’s extremely fitting to have a blog full of photos documenting the major fun I had this year and a little look forward to the future. So, enjoy the selection of photos coming your way. I could have put up some drunk Snapchats, but who wants that. Not me.
Second year was everything I could have hoped for. I’ve lived in a town and I’ve not been stabbed or mugged. I’ve not got lost. I’ve not given myself food poisoning. I’ve NOT GONE BROKE!!! I’ve had a blast.
While it breaks my heart that so many of my incredible peers are leaving, knowing that everyone is going on to do what they want to do makes my heart happy. There’s not many thoughts bigger and better knowing that all of your friends are happy, and if you can live safe with the knowledge that you’re all doing well, then you can always keep going and improving; learning as much as you can along the way and just surpassing every expectation.
My favourite memory of second year is laying in bed on the last Friday of Term 1. I’d just awoken from a night out and was pondering the fact that I had to go in for a seminar (it was nearly CHRISTMAS?!) and was so tired. Then, my phone vibrated. It was an email from the Study Abroad department at uni. It read that I was being awarded a place to study at the University of Northern Arizona. I started shaking, I broke down into tears. The dream I had dreamed since I was a teenager was actually going to come true. It was the best Christmas present I could have wished for. It motivated me to get my butt in gear, and has always acted as the focus that when a day gets tough or I fall flat on my metaphorical face, there is always going to be a light at the end of the tunnel. My light may be thousands of miles away, but I’ll arrive in due course.