The first day of university

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A year has gone by since I started university here in England. It took me two weeks to clear out most of my room back in Stockholm and pack up my life in two suitcases and a sports bag, and I had cried the night before I left when I was at the pub with my friends. I was nervous, of course, moving to a new country where you don’t know a single soul is daunting, but my excitement for getting away from Sweden and finally going off to study film production topped my nervosity.

I still remember the outfit I had picked for the move in day; my black long sleeved turtleneck I had bought for a fiver at the secondhand shop Emmaus, my black wide trousers from Zara and black low Dr. Martens (I heavily regret this – it was about 25 degrees and blazing sun that day). I wanted to show up in clothes that I knew I would wear for the rest of the year, and not some “very planned outfit you only wear on the first day” kind of outfit. I unpacked most of my stuff before walking down the corridor to see everyone else move in, and I went into the biggest room in the corridor and told the girl there to fuck off because she had such a large room.

It’s funny, because they always say that the people you meet the first day/week, are not going to be the people you spend the rest of your year, and definitely not the upcoming years. The girl I told to fuck off was Flora, the girl who I went to the welcome talk with and dinner that night, is one of my best friends now. And most of the people we had pre-drinks with that first week, are the people I call my closest friends now. My first day, week, month and year at uni couldn’t have gone any better.

Yesterday was the first day we officially became second years. Jess, the girl who lived next door to me in the corridor, who was at pre-drinks the first night, who now lives in the room next to me in our house, and a best friend, said she felt like an alcoholic as we bought three bottles of wine and a liter of vodka each (two bottles of wine and  half a bottle of vodka are already gone after the first night so we’re probably doing another Tesco trip tomorrow). We went to Flora’s house before going out the first time this year, with basically the same people as we had on that very first week a year ago. And whilst the night wasn’t the greatest, it’s fucking amazing to be back with my friends here again.

Pia x

The last of summer

Categories Life, Smile

Hi lovelies, it’s been a while. Almost all of my friends have moved back to our little town we call home, only Laura who’s left and she’s coming tomorrow evening. I’ve been busy with catching up with my friends, working, and passively aggressively dealt with dirty dishes and overfull bins that haven’t been emptied – all that’s a part of the student life. My housemates and I have also made an event for our housewarming party we’re having in two weeks.

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I’ve bought a pair of speakers off Amazon as they were on sale (£33 instead of £89!) and one of the songs I’ve been listening to a lot is Zara Larsson’s new, Ain’t My Fault. Will definitely be this autumn’s hit, you know where you heard it first xxx. (also look how fucking hot Zara looks, wow, Swedes, remember that tiny girl who sang My Heart Will Go On? just WOW)

It’s been really hot these last couple of days, with yesterday being over 30 degrees (!!!). THIRTY degrees in September in England, that’s complete madness. Like, I do really like the heat and stuff, being from Sweden and all, but I do look forward to when it gets a bit more chilly and I can wear my black coat without being drenched in sweat.

I’m working tomorrow and Friday, which is a pain in the arse because I have to leave home at 07:50 to get to work on time. But Fresher’s Week start on Saturday and that’s basically going to be 2 weeks straight of partying and a maybe some lectures if my hungoverness can cope with that. (kidding, of course I’m going, I’m honestly so pumped for second year!) Plus, my IKEA order arrives tomorrow, so I’ll finally have a proper desk, a clothes rail (I’ve even bought a 90p screwdriver for this special occasion), hangers and some other stuff. The desk I have now looks like something from the 90s, (probably is) but the ugly kind, and I’m constantly worried that my (super ugly) wardrobe is going to fall down if I hang something in there as it’s not attached to the wall.

It’s not even 22:00 and I’m already looking forward to Friday at 15:20 when I get off from work. Even though I have work, I’m going to try and enjoy and do as much as possible these couple of days before uni work really hits me and I’m sitting in the library at 4am with an essay due at 9am. Hope you’re all having a great mid-September!

Pia x