Sink or Swim

Not only have we found ourselves in the second month of the year, but I’ve just finished Week One of Semester Two – that’s right – university is officially back in action.

Before starting university in September, I’d somewhat prepared myself for a few difficult weeks. I knew I was going into something completely new; stepping out of my comfort zones in all walks of life – and had done my best to prepare for it… It was hard – and I’m glad that in many ways, I never have to go through that again to the same extent.

But, maybe I lulled myself into a false sense of security. I spent my Christmas holidays looking forward to coming back; full of expectation of what Semester Two could bring…but maybe forgetting to acknowledge quite how hard it would be.

FOMO: On Missing Out

Today’s thoughts come from a place I never really thought I’d be in – on talking about FOMO. Now, before you think “Hannah, what on earth is ‘FOMO’ and what planet have you walked into at university?” – please bear with me; I’ll explain.

What even is ‘FOMO’?
For those who don’t know, ‘FOMO’ is, according to the Urban Dictionary (trust me, hard to find a reliable source): “a state of mental or emotional strain caused by the fear of missing out.”

In other words, it’s an acronym for ‘Fear of Missing Out’ – just people use it as a normal word. If you think back to the time of ‘YOLO’, which has now died down in its use (thank goodness for that!) – it’s a bit similar to that.

FOMO is something that often strikes in social settings; the need to be a part of something, or so often linked with peer pressure.

At the End of Semester One

I’m staggered with the reality that I’ve finished my first semester of university, marking halfway through my first year. The last fourteen weeks, or 102 days, have been an intense journey, a rollercoaster of emotions and experiences – and it wouldn’t be right to just settle into ‘home life’ without taking time to reflect on everything that has changed.

The last time I sat down and properly did that, I’d just about reached the end of my first month at university. In many ways, that feels like a very long time ago. But at the same time, I feel as if I’ve blinked, and the time has flown by.

One Month In.

Each and every week I find myself confused, and amazed by the whole concept of time. Without getting into a philosophical/theoretical discussion about the whole idea (and trust me, we’ve done that in tutorials…it’s enough to make your brain go bananas), time is something pretty cool.

Each day that passes can feel like it’s dragging; as if I’m living several days all in one…yet we get to Thursday night, at Wind Band rehearsal – and I’m staggered that another week has gone by already.

As it is, I’m sitting here, quite unable to believe that a month ago was the day I moved into halls. It’s been a weird month…I can say that for sure.

Confessions of a Fresher

Let’s just say this. Freshers’ week is unlike anything else I’ve experienced before. It’s full on, good fun, but also pretty overwhelming at times. I’ve tried to sit and write this several times this week, but never got further than a couple of lines. It’s exhausting, and sometimes you have to take note of that, rather than pushing through it.

How to Get the Most Out of …

I’d imagine that if you’re reading this, you’re probably starting to think about, or in the process of looking at universities. I’m hoping that I can put together a simple guide on ‘How to Get the Most Out of a University Open Day’, so that you can make sense of what can be a full-on, information heavy day, and get you in a good place to make some important decisions.

The Next Chapter

This week I’ve made (or, more like finalised), quite a big decision.

Time is flying by fast, and before I know it, I’ll be facing the next chapter.

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