In many, many ways, it does not feel like I’m a second year. It doesn’t feel as if it’s been a year since I first came to university – and was faced with the daunting task of having to meet countless new people, introduce myself to these faces, and very often, answer the same three (or four) questions: “What’s your name?, Where are you from?, What are you studying? and Which halls are you in?”
Yet – somehow or other – a year has passed. And now, I’m the one asking those questions (though I do hope that I’m able to branch out, and not sound like a complete broken record). After a while, those questions do get rather tedious.