The Final Count Down

One of the most glorious things about my course is: no exams in the first year! I don't even have lectures in the final term. So with those things in mind it is probably safe to say I technically finish my first year of university on March 27th - scary stuff! With the lack of forthcoming work in mind, and inspired by my flatmate's sister this blog has been born. As a desperate attempt to put together a writing portfolio and get some free stuff; holidays, handbags, food.. Fingers crossed!

With four weeks until my first year of university is over it's time for some serious nostalgia. There are nights I don't remember and nights I wish I couldn't remember. Days of bellyaching laughter, and fortunately way more happy tears than sad tears. 

Thrown into an all-female flat I was worried that by week 3 we'd be throwing tampons at each other and having wild bitching frenzies – something which is yet to happen. Instead there is always a communal tub of 'Ben and Jerrys' and we've got more nail varnish in our living area than you can shake a stick at. We've been tried and tested with the great fire of 2013, but survived it with good humour intact. Flatmates are a bit like family: love them or loath them, you're stuck with them. And I am so glad to be stuck with mine; a backbone to lean on. In our little messy kitchen it is totally acceptable to cry into dominos and/or talk about whether or not your vaj is normal. 

I've learnt a lot this year: you're meant to leave the oven door open whilst you grill something, if you don't wash up you will grow mould and conjunctivitis cannot be cured with teabags. I'm a little 'too nice', downing a bottle of wine isn't a good idea, my body shape can only be described as 'false widow' like, and taking your tights off in the middle of Arena because you're too hot will cause weird looks. Unfortunately, no amount of jaeger bombs will make you dance like Beyoncé – but you can try! You are also unlikely to find the love of your life in TPs at 2am, but again – you can try! If you have a one night stand, you will see that person absolutely everywhere. It is scientifically proven that the chances of this double when you haven't showered that morning.

All of these life lessons along with the knowledge on how to make a banging chilli will serve me wisely for the rest of my adult life. However, I don't look forward to testing out these new found life skills. Life beyond the photos of flinging a mortar board into the air for a facebook looks very, very scary. For now I am very happy to live in my little Exeter bubble. ​

Flatmates do Miley 

SO happy to receive free stuff - hint hint!